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Chapter 13

Author's note;

HEY GUYS! IM SO SORRY FOR LAGGING THIS CHAPTER FOR SOOO LONG!! ): BUT I PROMISE ILL UPDATE WAYY FASTER FROM NOW ON! ALSO, I've decided to do Shoutouts at the end of some of my chapters, so please give these stories a chance! theyre all so good (: Anyway, I'll let you read now (;

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What the actual fuck. Liver cancer? No, this can't be. There HAS to be a mistake. I don't have a father, my grandparents are dead...who the hell am I supposed to live with if she dies because of this?

'STOP THINKING LIKE THAT!' my subconscious yelled at me. But I couldn't. All I could think about was the fact that my mom's probably gonna die because of her own stupid fucking mistake of drinking too much. I didn't know how to react; I just stood there, the letter in my hand, and re-read the words over and over again. Cancer. Shit, this has to be a dream. Wake up Sammy, WAKE UP. I can't even think straight right now. I didn't know if I should be mad at her for bringing this upon herself, if I should be incredibly depressed, if I should be hopeful...I didn't know what to feel. I didn't realize there was someone in the kitchen with me until I felt arms wrap around me. I looked up to see my mom squeezing the life out of me.

"Sammy..." she started, but I just shook my head uncontrollably.

"No!" I yelled, before I fell to my knees. I didn't even realize I was crying until she ran her thumb across my cheek. I'm gonna miss her touch. My thoughts made me cry even harder. This felt like a repeat of last night, except this time, we were both crying.

"What stage?" I asked, referring to her cancer.

"Four.." She said over her loud sobs.

"FOUR? Are you fucking kidding me? Were you even planning on telling me this? Or were you just gonna be the selfish mother that you are and let me find out after you fucking die?!" I yelled, before getting up and running out of the house. I know I shouldn't talk to her that way, especially now, but I'm still in denial and I'm really pissed at her for not telling me until now.

As soon as I stepped out of the house, I started running. Sprinting. I didn't know where I was going, but I didn't care. I needed to get out of here. She didn't even try to stop me when I ran out. I cried even harder as I was running. The air hitting my face was cold due to my tears, but it felt refreshing. I continued running though, pumping my legs faster and faster to the point that I thought I was going to faint. I found a tree stump and collapsed next to it, bawling my eyes out. What is happening to my life?

Jake's POV (This is where I explain his asshole-ness :D )

Fuck, I was pissed. I hadn't talked to her in almost a week. A week. I can't do this, I need her. I need her so bad. I know I didn't really like to show my emotions often, but I don't even care anymore. I want to go to her and explain the stupid druken bet and apologize. I hate apologizing, but I'll do whatever it takes. I called her; voicemail. I let out a loud groan before getting up to my feet. I had been in bed all day. I heard she was coming back to school today and I didn't want to see her. Fuck, am I bipolar of something? I guess what I mean is that I don't want to see her disappointed, hurt expression when she looks at me...

I grabbed my keys and decided to just drive to her house and apologize. I highly doubt it would work, but it wouldn't kill me if I tried I guess. I had only gone to her house a few times and I knew where it was, but I didn't wanna get lost, so I put her address into my navigation and followed the woman's directions.

"Turn left" the voice said after about 8 minutes of driving.  Just as I was about to turn left, this girl ran past my car. I slammed on my brakes, extremely worried that I could've hit her, but she just continued running, not effected at all by the fact that she almost got run over. Wait a second..