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I answer the phone with butterfly's in my stomach worried sick, my mind is telling me is he dead or alive? I know he's an ass but we had spent time together when I was young and able to do fun stuff with him. I hold the phone towards my ear with a gist of sweat flowing down my face and I answer with a slight of depression.

me: h-hello?

unknown: hi I'm David and I'm wondering if there's is a Tai hyung in the house?

me: yes that's me.

David: yes I'm here to talk about your father about his lungs.

me: um I don't recall him smoking in this home why?

David: there's something in his lungs that he had inhaled it looks like a metal object so I think it might've been the reason why he had fainted or couldn't breathe but gladly a neighbor had called in just time for us to catch the item that was in his lungs so we had to do surgery and your father will be in the hospital for some time.

me: thank you for letting me kn-

David: but there's one thing in this situation.

me: and that is?

David: there's this bill that needs to be paid by the end of this month and the bill is around 1000$ and if that isn't paid then I'm sorry Tai you dad is gonna be unplugged because that what your father is living through now.

me: o-oh ill get that before the end of the month comes around.

David: alright call in if u have any questions goodbye Mr.hyung

me: good-bye

I sigh with quite a relief but not as quite as I expected from that call. now great either i pay 1000 or im just stuck with out a dad. the home is quiet and dark i can only think is about my self. maybe i should back to college i mean it was a week break and all but the returning part is like a problem for me because i have to hear all the teachers say "you will be fine" or "its okay " and that really irritates me a lot and then friends starts moving along to ur personal bubble . I muchly dont care about the activity but me around groups of people is kinda annoying but someday i will enjoy them but for now i guess not.

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