Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Twenty-Eight

Part Twenty-Eight

The door locks behind Tony and me as we walk back into the hospital so I can see my mother. A doctor runs towards me and I watch him frantically look at me.

"I need you in the psychiatric ward. Ms. Cox wants to talk to you."

I nod and Tony follows close behind me, his coat still enveloping my body. "Did she say what she needed?" I ask him, his head nodding.

"She said she only wants to talk to you. She just came yesterday and said you are the only one she trusts."

I nod and I open her door, walking in and seeing her on the chair, still in the same position.

"Ms. Cox, how are you feeling?"

"Why doesn't anyone talk to me like you do?"

I walk towards her and she starts to cry. She stands and wraps her arms around me, a death grip onto me. I hug her back and she takes a deep breath, her tears falling onto my chest.

"My son used to hug me like this, but he left me. Everyone left me."

"I'm here for you Anne. It's all going to be okay."

"Do you want to see my son? I have a picture. He is my baby. My daughter, she didn't like me but my son, we were close."

I nod, trying to be nice to her. She scatters around the room and she finds a photo, bringing it to me. She holds it to her heart, reminiscing the feelings she has for the boy.

"I miss him so much and I can't believe he never talks to me. I was angry, but I love him."

She hugs me again and passes the photo to me. The picture is scratchy and the bright green eyes of the little boy are so light, innocent. His blonde hair is straight and he is absolutely adorable.

"I wish you could meet him. My little cuddlebug."

I smile as she remembers the feelings of completeness with her son, but it seems to fade when she starts crying and tightly holding me. Tony comes in and pulls Anne off me, she yells at him and my body curls into Tony's.

"It's okay, I got you."

He kisses the side of my head and we walk out, saying one last goodnight to my sleeping mother and going home.

~~~

Harry.

I sit at Gemma's kitchen table and read her copy of Catcher in the Rye. I need the truth. I am searching for the truth. The truth about how love is my only option when it comes to Beth. I fell in love with her and that's why I feel different.

"Harry!" I look up and Gemma runs into the room.

"What? What is it?"

"I-It's mum."

I stand up and walk to her, her hand holding her phone.

"She's in a mental hospital in Los Angeles."

Los Angeles? Los Angeles! That's where Beth is!

"Beth," I say, "She's there."

"Harry give it up! She's gone and will never want you back! And you think she's more important than mum?!"

I stand frozen and Gemma looks up at me. "You bastard," she whispers.

"I love them both, but I am dealing with a broken heart Gemma. I need to see them both, but mum, she kicked me out."