Just For One Day ?

Not My Day

I woke up on a cold and snowy morning of December with the same terrible stomachache since the last night. It was growing hours after hours and getting worse and worse. That's always the same when I eat too much spicy chicken. David was still asleep in my tiny bed. I kissed his softly lips, before opening the door slowly. I went downstairs and saw that my parents were talking.
-"I saw the doctor this morning, I can't help it ! My mother yelled at my father.
-How long he gave you till the end ?? He replied angry.
-A few months, how announce that to Victoria she just arrived yesterday after four years of waiting. I can't leave you both." She explained crying.
He put his hands on his face exasperated by the situation before shouting :
"Bloody cancer !"
At these words I felt my heart pinched. I ran back to my room and sat down on the bed beside David still shocked by what I heard.
-"Good morning my beautiful baby. David mumbled before yawning.
-Hi, slept well my love ?? I asked caressing his hair.
-Very well, what about you and your stomach ?? He demanded worried.
-Still hurting me, isn't a normal pain. I think when we get back to New York I'll go see a doctor. I admitted.
-Come." He said opening his arms.
I snuggled against his warm body, then he kissed my head.
-"You look sad love, what's up ?? He asked
-Nothing. I replied upset.
-Victoria I know you, you know me. Tell me baby. Please. He begged in a husky voice sticking my hair behind my ear.
-I heard my parents talking about someone who was sick, really sick. And I'm afraid for the person because it's my mother." I explained while my eyes started crying. He put his hands on my cheeks and I felt a bit relaxing. I grabbed it then he hugged me.
"Never let you down." He whispered before kissing my lips.

***

We were sitting all together in the living room, I was looking at my mother and I saw the pain in her eyes. It made me sad and sick. Sicker than the chicken. Then I preferred stood and call Duncan.
-"Who are you calling ?? My father asked curious.
-Ducan and Sheryl. Duncan is David's son and Sheryl is my best friend who take care of Duncan while we're here.
-David you had a wife, so why your toddler isn't with her ?? My father asked very curious.
David was about to answer but I stole his turn.
-Because I hate her, she's the worst mother ever and I don't want Duncan to suffer with her. So we went also to ask you as a lawyer if you could change the custody for us. I exclaimed stressed and angry.
-Vicky are you mad ?? In which world do you live ?? Even if I could do something, would take a lot of time !! He replied on the same tone as me.
-Why you still see me like a child ?? Like a weak ?? I started a life away, alone, on myself !! You never helped me for that, all my childhood you never helped me...
-Don't say that because it's totally wrong !! My mother shouted as her turn.
-Really, when you say to me that mom gets a cancer ??" I yelled crying.
Suddenly nobody was talking anymore. Silence in the all house. David who was listening to the conversation since the beginning stood and grabbed my mother's hand.
-"Mrs George, maybe you don't know but my artist's name is David Bowie. I think I got enough money to pay your cure.
-No David, it's too late now. You're a good boy for Victoria and if she's happy with you that's all matters for me." She responded moved.
My heart was about to break of sadness. I was the devil in person, I should have known, enjoying them from the beginning to the end.
I got back to my room and I slammed the door. Before crying all my tears body on my bed.

***

I felt a hand caressing my head. It was David.
-"Hey love, you fell asleep. You okay ??
-Just tired by this tragedy. Oh, David you don't know how much I want to go back in time, and tell them how much I'm sorry. I burst into tears.
-Shht Vicky, life is hard with everyone. I lost my father many years ago and my brother is now in a asylum. He said sadly.
-Oh, David. You never told me about that. I mumbled wrapping my arms around him.
-Let it be. He admitted.
-There will be an answer, let it be. I continued singing.
He giggled.
-I was sure that you would finished the song." He said giggling too.
We hugged ourselves for a long time until he said :
-"I phoned Sheryl and Duncan.
-How are they ?? I asked anxious.
-We have to go back home tomorrow's night because Sheryl needs to leave.
-Why ?? She told me nothing.
-I don't know. Call her maybe she will tell you more things than me.
-You right, I'm gonna do it." I said decided.

***

-"Hello Sheryl is speaking ??
-Hi Dunk, everything's alright there ??
-Oh, Snow, I wanted to call you. I called David I wanted to have you personally.
-What's going on ?? I asked afraid.
I heard her voice hesitated on the phone.
-The fuck is happening there Sheryl ?? I begged on a angrily tone.
-John is back in town, I saw him yesterday while I was doing a ballad with Duncan. She articulated with fear.
Suddenly all my worst nightmares flashed in my eyes.
-Did he see you ?? I breathed stressed.
-Only me, not Duncan. She mumbled.
-Did you called the cops ?? I asked trembling.
-No I didn't do anything. She said confused.
-Alright. Can you pass me Duncan ?? I asked gently trying to forget these new.
-I'm afraid not. She said firmly.
-Why ?? I asked giggling as I do at each time I hear a Sheryl's joke.
-Listen to me bitch, if you want to see your filthy son again, tell your bloody husband that we will send it back to him against 100 000$. Said a familiar man voice.
-John ?? I asked scared remembering my scar on my rib.
-The money." He replied then violently hung.

I ran back quickly to my room where David was. Then I explained everything  and we prevented my parents. In a half hour we where at the airport.
In the plane the stress was killing me. David was very upset, his arms were crossed and his head was down fixing something on the sit in front of him. My parents were two seats next to us and they were looking at us. I looked at David.
-"You okay ?? I asked dumbly while his own child was getting some troubles.
-Try to sleep." He ordered angrily. It was the first time that David talked bad to me but it wasn't his fault the stress and the anger made him really unpleasant. It was entirely my fault. I shouldn't have entrusted Duncan to Sheryl. This whore... How she could do that to me ?? My best friend. I couldn't believe it that's exactly at this moment I remembered an old French proverb :  "Lord protect me from my friends, I can take care of my enemies."