Don't Die, My Love

Chapter 16

Erin's POV

     Today is Dylan's first day of radiation, and I can tell he's nervous. He's never done it before, and he's never even seen it be done. They said I wasn't aloud in there during the process and I think that scares him even more. They told me to wait in the waiting room, I however gave Dylan a small kiss and then went to sit down. I knew he needed that. After about thirty minutes of waiting his doctor walked out to me. "You're Dylan's girlfriend, right?" I nod. "Can we speak in my office?" I get up and we walk to his office and I sit down, him sitting down in his office chair. "What do you need to talk to me about?" I ask. "Well, you know Dylan's getting worse, right?" I nod. "Well I wanted to speak to you about it." I nod once more. "Well, from his recent test results, it seems his cancer is moving faster than it ever has." I look down a bi but back up. "Is the chemotherapy not helping?" I ask. "No, it's not anymore. That's why we suggested and started radiation. Once he gets to stage four we will do a bone marrow, but if that fails there won't be much we can do." I kept back tears that were threatening to fall. "What do you mean, when he gets to stage four? Are you that positive he'll get to that stage?" I needed to ask all the questions I can ask. "Yes, that's how bad it is. In the next couple weeks and after that he'll need more help than ever. He'll start getting much weaker." How will I handle seeing him this way?

     We were able to leave a couple hours later, he said the whole radiation thing was weird. I would think so. I took him home where his mom was waiting to see him, I however had to go home. I walk in and set my bag down. "Dad! I'm home!" My mom and brother weren't home, so it was just my dad. He walked in, and he stumbled. Was he drunk? "Where the hell were you Erin?" He asks, slurring as he does so. I've never seen my dad drunk before. "I was at the doctor with my boyfriend. He had radiation today." I stayed away from him, I didn't want to get close. Just because I have never seen him like this before. "He's not going to live. You might as well give up." Is he serious right now? "I won't give up. I have to go write an essay. I'll be up in my room." I lied, I don't have an essay. I start walking upstairs but he pulls me back by my hair, causing me to scream. "Shut your fucking mouth." He pushes me against the wall. "D-Dad... L-Leave me alone..." I stutter in complete fear. He then back hands me, making me stumble. Tears fill my eyes, he just hit me. "No, I'm good. You're mom isn't here, but you are." He punches me in my jaw area, I know it's going to be bruised by tomorrow. "W-Why ar--" He hits me again, only in my cheek area. "Go up to your room and don't come back down. Don't tell your mom or brother anything, got it?" I nod and go up to my room quickly, locking my door. I lie on my bed and starts crying my eyes out, I can't help it. Does my dad hurt my mom too? That's what I'm wondering, should I call Dylan? No, I don't want to worry him, he doesn't need it.