The Last Goodbye (Interracial Story)

Chapter 4

Ryan

The next morning, I awoke to a phone call. I checked the caller ID and saw it was my older brother, Johnathan. 

"Ryan. Talk to me." My voice groggy because I just woke up.

"Ry. Man I got some bad news." Johnathan sighed into the phone, his voice sounding like he had been crying for days.

"Talk to me." I repeated.

"Mom....Mom's dead mate." He began crying.

"WHAT?!" I yelled, startling Valerie.

"She died 3 weeks ago." He continued. "From cancer of the lungs. I spread and it got bad."

This is what I dreaded. Losing the number 1 lady in my life. I felt warm tears falling involuntarily as I covered my mouth in shock.

"No. This can't be." I said, in denial of reality.

"There was already a funeral. She was buried in Ipswich. I'm here now with Dad."

"How's he taking it?" I asked, still in shock.

"Badly man. We need you here. You're the only other one besides mom who could keep us stable and sane." He begged.

"I'll try to be there by tomorrow morning." I sighed, wiping my face. I looked over at Valerie and she stared up at me in fear.

"Bye mate. See you soon." I ended the call, still staring at the wall.

"Ryan. What happened?" She questioned.

"Mom's.....dead. She's dead." I sobbed.

"What?" Valerie's eyes began to watered. My mother was like her second mother except she was more caring and loving. 

Growing up in Ipswich, we weren't wealthy but we weren't poor. Papa got fired from his job, causing us to move to the states. We moved to New York in December 1992. Living in the slums, my mom struggled to supply and support us. My dad became disabled from a bad accident at his job, causing mama to work double even triple shifts. 

"She had lung cancer, Val. She never even told us." I cried as Valerie cradled me against her bare chest.

"When was the funeral?" She rubbed my hair and arm.

"I'm guessing 2 weeks ago. She was buried in Ipswich."

"When do you wanna go?" She whispered, running her fingers through my hair.

"Tonight." I suggested. She nodded her head.

"I'll pack for us tonight. Get some rest. I'll handle the flights and things." She implied. I nodded.

"Thank you so much. For everything." She kissed my forehead and slid her naked body out of the bed, walking to the closet. A few seconds later, she came out with one of my big t-shirts on. 

Soon my eyes felt heavy. I gave into sleep and let it consume my body.

Val

I couldn't believe mama Annabel was gone. She was Ryan's world. She meant a lot to me as well.

I was surprised she never told us she even had cancer to begin with. I guess she didn't want us to worry. But now we're worrying.

I walked downstairs and into my office, opening my Mac Book Pro, looking for flights then I remembered, Ryan has a private jet. I called Wyatt, the pilot and let him know, we'll need him to fly us to and from Ipswich, United Kingdom. He agreed and said for us to be there at 8 pm.