Saviour A Black Veil Brides Love Series #Wattys2015

Chapter Thirty Five Raven

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            “It all started when I got a phone call not meant for me to hear in the first place.” I said, taking a breath in. Lisa rubbed my shoulder and let me take my time. “I was just a couple months of thirteen and still bragging to my friends that I was a teenager while they were still considered kids.” I smiled at the thought of how much has changed since that day.

            “Raven can you get the phone I’m doing something.” My mom called up. I groaned, I just turned my stereo on and was only a minute into listening to All Time Low. Leaving my room I grabbed my earrings that I forgot to put in this morning and poked them through the holes in my ears. Jogging I reached the phone and hit answer before it went to voice mail.

            “Hello, Quillet residence,” I answered, hopping onto the bar stool that we kept near the phone.

            “Hi this is Dr. Rickshay is Mrs. Quillet there?”

            “She’s busy; would you like to leave a message?” I instantly grabbed and pen and switched sides with the phone so I could write quickly putting the name down.

            “Can you tell her that her x-rays came back and that as sad as it is to say, but it is cancer.” My body froze as he said that word. My pencil dropped but I didn’t hurry to pick it up.

            “Did you just say cancer?” I breathed, not believing a word this man, doctor or not, was saying.

            “Yes, terminal cancer to be exact.” I couldn’t breathe; I felt like I had been hit in the stomach with a soccer ball and lost my breath. My right hand was shaking so I gripped the counter to keep it steady.

            “Can you have her call me back so we can schedule an appointment?”

            “Oh, um, yes, what’s your number?” Shakily I wrote down the number and everything that he told me as he bid me a good day. Hanging up I stared at what I had written not able to do anything else.

            Cancer, terminal  

            Cancer, how? Mom was never sick, she never missed a day of work, always smiling and laughing. My mother wasn’t dying, she couldn’t be, she couldn’t.

            “Raven honey, who called?” Mom asked. Sniffling I touched my cheeks only to pull my hand back and see it all wet. Guess I was crying.

            “Raven, who called?” She asked again. I couldn’t move from my seat on the bar stool just like I couldn’t look away from the words cancer and terminal. The paper got wet creating a spot in the paper blending a couple of words together.

            “Didn’t you hear me calling you? Jeez who the hell called?” She was in the doorway to the kitchen from where her voice carried from. I got up, wiped my face and took the notepad and turned around. Mom straightened up and her face contorted in concern and worry.

            How could she keep this from me? I thought we told each other everything. Did dad even know?

            “Raven sweetie, what’s wrong? Honey say something,” She rushed to me not carrying about the laundry basket she was holding as it dropped to the ground. She got me to sit on the bar stool again looked at me trying to get me to do or say something, but I couldn’t, my entire body was numb, my brain couldn’t process what was happening all I could see were those two words and hearing the doctor on the telling me them.

            She finally seemed to notice what I was holding and took it out of my hands. She took one look at it then looked at me the only thing I could hear her saying was “Jesus Christ.” I lifted my head and watched her walk to the sink and grip the edge of it as she held the phone to ear.

            “God dammit Frank answer your phone,” She dialed the number again as she wrapped her arm around my shoulders and pulled me to her chest. Her voice shook as she tried to keep her composer, the only things I heard were “urgent,” “she knows,” “come home now.”

            “Daddy’s coming home Raven. He’ll be home soon.” She murmured as she rubbed my back and arms. Within minutes dad seemed to burst through the door calling out our names with mom answering with kitchen. When dad walked in and took one look at mom he lost it, wrapping his arms around the both of us he cried.

            “I had never seen my dad cry before Lisa,” I whispered. My eyes burned but I didn’t bother to hide it this time, seems like I cry all the time now. Lisa wrapped her arms around me and held onto me. As if he knew I was sad, Jace crawled out of his mom’s lap and into mine wrapping his little arms around my waist. We were all crying, even Jace but he didn’t make any noise, almost as if he knew what I was talking about.

            “W-what was her name?” Lisa asked.

            I sniffled and wiped away Jace’s tears, “Rosy, her name was Rosy.” I whispered. As if her name had something to it I started to cry harder. I can’t do this anymore, I can’t. Everything just brings so much pain no matter what I do. This isn’t living; this isn’t how life is supposed to be.

            When I finished crying I told Lisa everything, how my dad ignored me, how I met Andy, how we fell in love, everything. She was quiet as I finished, letting me cry it all out and taking as long as I needed.

            “Oh honey,” she said when I was done talking, “You’ve have so much happen to you in just four years.” I nodded my head and held Jace a little tighter to me.

            “You just need love, from now on that’s all you need, love. And I’ll make sure that it happens.” Looking at Lisa I tilted my head.

            “How?” She smiled and got a glint in her eyes as if she was keeping something from me.

            “Don’t you worry; I got it all under control.”