Deanna's pov
Elizabeth walked over and slapped my bicep saying,
"Because of you I ditched for the first time! It's kinda fun but really Dee!"
"Sorry?" I chuckled. Before anyone could say anything else my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and saw it was the hospital. I walked out of the room and picked up saying,
"Hello?"
"Miss Deanna?" a voice questioned.
I sighed before replying, "Yes?"
The voice replied, "We have some news regarding your mother. Last night she did not die. She had a heart attack and went into cataract arrest. But she was in a short term coma. She's awake now."
My mom's alive? I bit back a smile before replying, "Okay. I'll stop by later. Thanks for calling." We said our good byes and I hung up. I shoved my phone into my pocket and ran into the room smiling. Pete gave me a weird look and I ran over and jumped into his arms; wrapping my arms loosely around his neck exclaiming,
"She isn't dead!"
Pete's eyes widened and he asked, "Then what happened?"
"She had a heart attack but she's okay! Sorta! She's in a coma. Well was. She's awake now!" I explained. Pete picked me up and spun me around smiling,
"That's great!
I nodded and Liz laughed, "You lost me."
"My mom isn't dead!" I squealed. She squealed and hugged me as did Patrick. I grabbed Pete's hand and exclaimed,
"We need to go see her! C'mon!" I pulled him out of the room after I said a goodbye to everyone and to his car.
I got int he passenger seat and Pete got in the driver's seat and floored it.
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We got to the hospital and I raced in. Pete was trailing behind me laughing. I raced to my mom's room and she was sitting up in her bed. She actually looked healthy. I rushed into her arms smiling,
"Mom. I'm so glad you're okay!"
She laughed and replied, "I'm not that hard to get rid of. And how's your time with your father been?"
I glanced down before saying, "Good." She doesn't know. And I don't plan on telling her. My parents are divorced.
Pete smiled at us from the door and my mom clapped her hands saying, "The cancer's getting better! I'm getting better! I might not be terminal!"
I hugged her again before racing over and hugging Pete. he kept his arm around my shoulders smiling,
"That's great Desire." I smiled and my mom looked at the clock. It's 10. We'd be in like 3rd period right now.
She gave us a look asking, "Aren't you both suppose to be in school?"
I nodded saying, "Yessssssss. But until 20 minutes ago you were dead based on what I was told last night. Sooooooo I decided to take a day off. Pete wanted to be there for me."
Pete nodded and my mom chuckled before saying, "Go home to you dad's house. He's probably wondering where you are."
I groaned and kissed her forehead saying, "Fiiiine. Bye mom."
"Bye sweetie," my mom laughed. I smiled before walked over to Pete who smiled and shook my mom's hand. They exchanged whispers before we walked out.
We got to the car and I got in the passenger seat saying, "Make the first right. Then the second left. Pull into the 3rd driveway on the right." He nodded and we sat in silence. Not talking to each other; the radio playing softly in the background.
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Pete parked in my driveway and I got out. He got out as well and started walking me up my front pathway. When my dad threw the door open. He saw me and yelled,
"Get your ass inside now!" I hugged Pete quickly saying,
"I'll hang out later. Umm go home. Eat. Relax. See you soon." He nodded and walked to his car. As soon as his car disappeared down the street I rushed inside. My dad slammed the door shut and dead bolted it before grabbing me by my hair and throwing me into the wall. I hit my forehead and felt it start bleeding. I slid to the ground leaning against the wall. My dad pulled me up by my hair growling,
"You don't disappear again. I own you. I get to know where you are 24/7 bitch." I nodded mutely. He patted my cheek roughly saying,
"Good girl." He dropped my hair and I toppled to the ground. I whimpered and he stomped on my wrist growling,
"I didn't give you permission to speak." He walked away and I heard the basement door shut and lock. I stood up and raced to my room. I pulled on red jeans and a black v neck. I also pulled on my black combat boots. I covered my cut with concealer and I put a brace on my wrist. I think it's broken. It's deformed and purple. I should probably go to the hospital.
I put my phone in my back pocket and walked to the basement door and knocked. My dad opened it saying,
"Speak."
I took a deep breath before saying, "I stumbled up the stairs and landed wrong on my wrist. I think I broke it so I'm going to the hospital to get it x-rayed. And then I was going to meet some friends at the park." He grunted and shut the door. I grabbed my leather jacket and slipped it on carefully before walking out. Quietly shutting the door behind me.
