Defying Feelings

Chapter 2

I HAD TO ENDURE THE LOSS of a loved one five years ago.

     "Holly," she was wearing a sad smile,
"I will have to go soon." She struggled to breathe.
"Mom, please don't say that. I need you." I choked back tears.
She took my hand in hers and put it to her heart. "You are here." She then moved our hands to my chest,
"and I am here."
"My body will die but my love for you will not. Love is what will keep you alive, Holly. As long as your heart knows how to love, it will live forever."
"Dad-" I started.
"I loved your father. My love for him gave me you and for that, I am grateful."
"Do you think he'll come to see us, mom?"
"Yes," she smiled at me hopefully.
"Your father loved me. And he loves you."

Mom and dad met in college when they sat next to eachother for English. He had asked her about her veiws on the current administration of the country and since then, Richard and Elizabeth were inseperable. Friendship blossomed into romance and they were eventually engaged a year after they got their degrees.
She had me at 24 and they lived in a house that was the result of their hardworks

We lived a humble life with Mom continuing her residency on medicine and dad practicing law. and they had a business that finally went booming.

Since both parents were busy, I had to go through the pain of craining my neck every Parent-Teacher Meetings hoping atleast one of them would turn up.

    Mom's cancer was diagnosed 2 years after she had Clyde. A year after dad left. Their divorce was a blur to me, I have gotten used to blocking out certain things in the past that I barely remember any of it now. I don't miss dad. I don't miss the man who chose his ambition over his family.
But back then, it was like hell.

You never know real pain when two of the most important people in your life leave you simultaneously.
One, to death and the other one, to his own selfishness.

     On the eve before my thirteenth birthday,
the cancer, that was made of my mom, had eaten up the last of her cells, that was also made of her. There wasn't much the doctors could do.

My mother was a strong woman.
But after her death, as much as it pained me to admit it, she was both right and wrong, right because she did leave me and wrong because dad never came.

Pain was something I was immune to. I had trained myself not to cry during times when small sad matters happend in my life. I put on a brave face and distract myself in making myself in baking just around the corner where I had often frequented since I was 8. When the fights got too loud and my mother's sobbing deafened me, I escaped.

"Holly, wake up."
"Holly-"
"Miss Gonzales, don't hit her!" I heared someone say. I let out a loud groan as I reached to rub my stinging forehead.
"Sweetheart, have you come to? You have visitors." I opened my eyes to see the school nurse's round face smiling at me. Next to her was Anna and tristan, what is he doing here?
"Why am I here?" I tried to sit up but was pushed back by Anna.
"Not so fast, woman."
"An injury to your forehead caused by a flying soccer ball, there seemed to be a mild concussion." the nurse said as she handed me a glass of water to drink with my pain meds.
"This careless dirtbag 'accidentally' hit you with a ball" anna said giving tristan her death glare, so he's responsible.
"why was she standing in the middle of the field anyway?" Tristan said
"Listen birdbrain, you stole my parking spot, bumped into me in the hallway and didnt even help me up or say sorry, and hit me with a soccer ball aimed to my head, i could've died you stupid crap, whats next?"