Pill Popper {Book One}

Pill Popper { Fifteen }

{Chapter Fifteen}

Zane

      IT HAS BEEN nearly an hour  since I had ran into the hospital. Mikey and I were sitting in the waiting room when Dr. Kinney, the ER doctor, came out. He said that we could go see her, but he needed to speak with Mikey before hand.

      So that left me sitting in a chair right outside Sam's room, while Mikey and the doctor talked inside. I was not about to leave, not when I couldn't see her. I was willing to wait for as long as I had to. She needed me. I was not going to abandon her again.

      I had my hands folded together in my lap and my head was hung so I was looking at the floor. I glanced up and down the hallway, counting the white, dingy tiles placed vertically on the floor. I didn't break count. At the time it was the only thing keeping me lucid because I just knew I would have lost it if I broke away. I was terrified.

      I was getting anxious after about fifteen or so minutes. I had no damn clue what was going on. I didn't hear one single thing. It was killing me to not know what was happening.

      She's gone. And its all your fucking fault.

      I had to bite my lip to stop myself from totally breaking down. I stopped counting the tiles and squeezed my eyes shut so I wouldn't cry.

      Man, how disappointed would dad be if he saw you over here crying like that? You're supposed to be stronger than that. Damn, Zane.

      I've only seen my dad cry once in all the seventeen years I've been on this earth. It was when my mom was very sick. They didn't believe she was going to make it. He sat at her bedside and cried for hours one night. I was twelve at the time, so I didn't know how bad it really was and I still don't. We don't discuss it, its almost like taboo.

      This must of been the pain he felt. The aching in his chest. God, it hurts. It hurts so bad.

      I felt a small vibration in the front pocket of my jeans. It was my phone, and someone was calling me.  I pulled it out and saw the word 'MOM' flash on my screen. Shit... its almost midnight. She's going to kill me.

      But I was numb to that. I honestly didn't give two shits if my mom was pissed or not. I was staying with Sam no matter what she said.

      Without even hesitating, I answered. "Hello?"

      "Zane Mitchell Fields! Where the fuck are you? It's almost midnight!" She bellowed into the receiver. I didn't even flinch.

      "I'm at the hospital. Something happened to Sam." My voice was shaky, and a lump had begun to form in the back of my throat.

      My mother gasped, her angry demeanor had completely vanished  from her voice. "Oh my God... is Samantha alright?"

      I had to squeeze my eyes shut again. I couldn't cry now, not on the phone with my mom. "I... I don't know. It's bad, mom. It's really bad." My voice cracked.

      "Sweetheart," She said softly. "What happened?"

      Could I really tell her what happened? Could I tell her how its all my fault? How I drove her into taking those pills? How if I wasn't such a fucking asshole she'd be fine right now?

      How could I tell my mother that?

      "Something happened," I began. "We fought. I, I was so mean to her, mom. She ran away from me. She took a bunch of pills-"