Our Life, Like This Right Here.: A Cody Simpson Fan Fiction

Our Life, Like This Right Here.

Chapter 32

"Mrs Simpson, it's a lucky thing that the knife hadn't went through any organs to make it severe, but we do need to have a little operation to get the knife out," the Doctor said.

I ran my sleeve across my face. "Of course, but please, do your best."

He nodded. "Of course, Ma'am. The operation will start in an hour. Please believe in me, Ma'am." Then he walked away.

The paparazzis couldn't stop snapping pictures - that got me furious. There's a guy in there, a famous one, who's hurt badly, and there they are, snapping loads of pictures.

I took a look at the kids, then I turned to Conner and Angel. "Con, Angel, watch the kids. I gotta do something." After the both of them nodded, their tears still flowing, I walked straight out of the hospital and faced the paps. Instantly, everyone quietened down, and there was no more flashes. "In there, lies Cody Simpson, who's severely injured, and down here, where you are, you're snapping pictures. Why? You guys have to get a life! Understand the situation! What's the point of each and everyone of you snapping pictures when you can actually have a better heart and start praying for that guy in there? Wanna have a bet - many people are praying for the poor guy in there right now, and I thank all of you here for that, but one picture is enough. Don't push it." I spoke through gritted teeth. "Tell me," I clenched my fist up into a ball, my knuckles turning white, and I grounded my teeth harder. "Tell me how you'd feel if you were at my position." I drew in a deep breath and loosened up, then I walked away. I made my last sentence clear enough. If I wasn't Cody's wife yet, I swear to the Holy Mother of God, I'd be spitting vulgarities all over. But to keep up with his reputation, I'll be nice...but just for this very first, and very last time, because this is never happening again.

"Nevedah!" I heard my Mom's voice behind me. I spun around and the next thing I know, I was engulfed in a huge hug by her. "I'm so sorry, Nevedah! What happened?"

I pulled back from the hug and shook my head. "No, I can't explain right now. I'll do it later. But I forgot to do something important. I'll be back." I ran back out of the hospital and yelled for all the paparazzis to stop walking, running, or even starting their cars, so they huddled into one again.

"I may have been pretty rash moments ago, but I meant it. But right now, I need you all to show me that everyone of you can do good and not just snap redundant pictures - spread the word, that the reason why Cody's in there right now, is because his ex-girlfriend did this to him, Riley did this to him. Got it?"

Many of them whipped their iPhones, BlackBerries, Andriods out and their fingers poked vigorously on the screen and the corner of my lips curved upwards.

They looked up at me and smiled, then they went back to different directions. I'm glad now, so glad.

I ran back into the waiting hall and got my iPhone out. Go on Twitter, go on Twitter, damn it, where is it?! Okay, okay, okay, tweet the trending topic.

Hey guys, Cody's going to undergo a minor operation in half an hour but his wound isn't that severe. But I need you all to do me a favor - you see that trending topic over there, "Riley" ? Yes. Keep that trending. For the rest of the day. And if any of you happen to see her, call the police, okay? She was the cause of what happened to Cody. Simpsonizers, be the Angels that Cody would be proud of when he wakes up. Do him proud. Spread the word! (-308)

I copied the text and went onto the TwitLonger site, pasted it, and posted it right after.

Whatever consequences I get, I don't care. But for Riley, I do. 'Cause she's gonna be a motherfucking killer in the future! She should be hung dead, damn it!

Ten minutes passed and I poked on the link to my TwitLonger. I hope at least a hundred of people would've retweeted that. Cody has fifteen million followers, and I had fourteen million, so it's impossible that no one sees it...

HOLY FUCK, 3,997,428 retweets and 1,087,658 facebook likes. Oh, my God.

I showed my Mom and a face appeared on her face.

"NEVEDAH, MIRANDA, WHAT HAPPENED TO CODY?!" Angie.

I looked up from my phone and stood up...then I showed her the TwitLonger I wrote. Brad was right beside her when she read it aloud, even my Mom was hearing what I wrote.

"Riley," Alli and Tommy groaned with the same tone, at the same time.

"I am keen and desperate on killing her, right, now," Tommy said, clutching his hair, pulling on it, as if it didn't hurt.

Alli placed her hand on his shoulder. "If you do it, you might be sentenced to jail and be placed into the same room as her, you wouldn't want that, would you?"

Angie returned me my phone and she rubbed her temple, with Brad comforting her. "I can't believe my baby was hurt...by that insane brat."

I sighed quietly and refreshed the page of the TwitLonger.

"Ma'am, the operation is going start now," the Doctor said with another slight nod and entered the operation...room. The box above our heads lighted up - operating.

I nodded and returned to the page - 5,823,271 retweets - 2,950,988 facebook likes.

This is going quick. This is a good thing.

I took a quick look at the kids, and still, they've not stop crying ever since they saw Cody in that bloody state.

And Riley still fucking claimed that she loves Cody. She loves Cody, she loves Cody, she loves Cody...my fucking ass! It's more like she hates him. AH, THAT FEMALE DOG.

"I need to get the kids washed up a little," I stood up and slipped my phone back into my pocket.

Brad, Angie, and my Mom agreed.

"Can I bring the boys to get washed up?" Tommy asked. He's always been helpful.

I nodded. "Esther, Angel, come on, let's go," I held my hands out and they grabbed it.

"Daddy's gonna be alright," I heard Angel mumbled under the her breath each step we took.

"Daddy's not gonna die," that came from Esther.

"Girls, girls, look at me," I stopped in the middle of nowhere, but whatever. They looked at me with red, swollen eyes. "Daddy's going to be fine, okay? Listen to Mommy, he'll be fine, alright?"

They nodded and sniffled. I pulled the both of them into a hug and continued walking.

***

It's been an hour and a half, already, yet, the operation still isn't over.

9,987,913 retweets

5,764,965 likes.

God, please pray for Cody, pray over him, keep him safe, allow him to get through this situation - God please...