The Day We Met Was The Day I Fell For You ♥Tom Felton♥

Chapter Fifty Nine

Chapter Fifty Nine- Confrontations

Tom was not happy. Depressed was putting it mildly with him. It literally took me five minutes for him to let me go and get on this god forsaken plane.

I wasn't happy about leaving early either. It was going to be another two weeks before I got the chance to see him again. I knew this was important though. Clay...he was acting too weird, and he didn't want to have this conversation over the phone. It must be important, and if it isn't then I am going to be beyond pissed.

Riding a plane this time wasn't as bad. Don't get me wrong it was still quite scary to me, but I found it easier to bare it. I had already lived through one plane ride, and Tom lived through thousands- it was the little reassurance that I needed. But mark my words I will avoid plane rides at all costs for the rest of my life.

My mind kept replaying last night. I wasn't allowed a minute alone. Tom wouldn't let me out of his sight. It was as if he was trying to push four more days of me being there into a couple of hours.

"We will be landing in approximately five minutes" A voice commanded over the intercom, causing me to jump in shock. I wasn't excited for today. I was driving straight to my old house...and that's a long drive.

I didn't want to be here. I don't want to be here. Out of all the places on earth I do not want to be here. I'd rather ride another plane.

I gulped before I opened the screen door and knocked on the light blue door. Carson opened the door before I could take in a full breath.

"Okay now what's going on?" I asked automatically, but was crushed into a hug.

When Carson released me I noticed that his face was solemn. My eyes crinkled dramatically as I was pulled into the house.

The door slammed behind me signaling that I was here and couldn't turn back. Footsteps were coming from around the corner and I was afraid that it was going to be my dad already.

But when the person revealed himself it was only Clay.

"Cassie!" He breathed and ran up to hug me, like I was fragile.

"Clay- what's going on" I asked breathing more heavily, once I saw that his face was somber as well.

"Do you want something to drink?" Carson asked hurriedly half way to the kitchen, trying to distract me.

"Stop it! You're both scarring me, why do I have to be here? What's going on?!" I asked almost starting to hyperventilate. My breaths were coming out ragged, with adrenaline.

Clay sighed, and pulled me over to our old ripped up couch. He pushed me slightly so that I was sitting down and kneeled in front of me. "Cas, dad had a heart attack over the weekend"

My mouth dropped open a little. This couldn't be it, that isn't all that needed to be said "He is okay right?"

"Well..." Carson said otherwise.

"You shush" Clay said pointing a finger at our younger brother who was standing behind him now.

"Clay tell me" I plead staring into his eyes.

He gulped before looking at me "They took many tests just to make sure that" he gulped again "nothing's wrong. But the found something...they found a tumor Cas, Dad has cancer"

My eyes went wide. Daddy? He can't have cancer...he never got sick; he was too strong to end up with cancer. I put my head in my hands. Oh my god I was horrible to him. A-and now he is- he is sick with a deadly- with cancer! I felt like I was going to be sick, like I was suffocating.