The Girl With The Dying Heart•Laurmani[COMPLETED]

Eleven

Normani

When I woke up in my own bed, it felt different and I didn't like it. It felt cold and bare like all the warmth had escaped even though I had two comforters on top of me. I knew it was because she wasn't here, and I knew it was because I had hurt her.

She should've told me and I understood that but I knew I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I had managed to hurt both of us more in the process of trying to cope with it rather than comforting her.

Was I evil for that? Was it evil of me to treat her the way I did?

It sure felt like it was.

I was just laying here in bed, waiting for something to happen. I was a bitch last night, and I felt bad for that. My girlfriend had cancer for gods sake and I kicked her down like she was worthless. What is wrong with me?

"Normani, get your ass up," my grandma interrupted my thoughts as I looked to the door where she was standing there, her arms crossed. "Now! We need to talk."

I sighed, really hoping she wasn't talking about what happened yesterday. I knew my grandma, and she was quite good at finding things out without me telling her.

"Okay, I'm getting up," I answered and kicked the blankets off as I sat up and stretched my arms above my head.

I grabbed an oversized t shirt and put it on before getting up and leaving the room to follow my grandma down the hallway. "Where's mama and dad?" I asked as I went into the kitchen and got some water.

"They're at work. Now, do you want to explain what you did to your girlfriend?" I sighed and sat down on the couch, looking at her as she waddled over with the help of her came and sat down.

"Who told you?"

"That's not important. So, tell me about how you left a girl who has cancer to think that you hate her and never want to see her again?"

My grandma looked incredibly angry as I fidgeted under her intimidating gaze. "She should've told me!" I defended myself but I knew it was useless. I was in the wrong.

"It doesn't matter Normani. I understand that you may be hurt but that ain't no way to treat a lady. You need to apologize."

"Grandma, I'm not a child."

"I don't care Normani. You still need to apologize. She needs you."

"If she needed me, she would've told me before."

"Do you not care about her anymore? Are you that selfish? Your mother and I did not raise you to be this kind of woman."

"I don't know why you're saying this stuff. None of this is my fault."

"She has cancer Mani! Why can't you get that through your head? She has cancer! How many times do I have to say that? You need to stop being so selfish and fix this."

"How?"

"You can start with saying you're sorry and letting her explain."

"But we're going to Tijuana today!"

"Not with that attitude."