She Made ME

Who is Kade?

Macy's POV

I wake up the next day feeling dead. My body couldn't be any more weak, it's like I've been run over by a 18 wheeler truck but that left a little bit of air in me. My eyes were red and puffy, I couldn't see anything clearly through my eyelashes. I kept my room dark by not switching on the lamp beside me or opening up the curtain because I fear the sun won't make me as happy as it is, plus with my eyes like this, it would sting like a bitch.

Taking a deep breath I continue looking at the ceiling as I think about what my father told me yesterday. I still haven't called him back to check on my mother after I had a panic attack. I never had one of those before but I understand the reason why it happened. You can say I still haven't digested the news yet, I'm still in denial that the woman who gave birth to be me was now lying in bed in some hospital waiting for her fate.

I'm only hoping this doesn't go as bad as I've heard. I've read stories about woman who have cancer and I know its no child's play. Some woman accept that they are sick but do not allow to have surgery to have it removed, they know there is only one way they are headed so why try to avoid the inevitable.

A tear rolls down my sides and go down the area beneath my ears. Thinking about my mother situation only makes matters worse. How could they not have told me sooner, I would have saved money coming all the way here and chose a university nearby. I could have put my dreams aside for my mother. Now she might not get to see me get married, have kids and live in a house with white picket fence.

I'm all the way here, away from home, away from my problems and away from my childhood. I've been here for three days maximum and already my life is a hocus-pocus. Campus is not bad although not how I imagined it, having to deal with Brooklyn, Kade being all bossy and finally Holly. I think she's the only good thing about this place.

Coming here has already made me lose Jonathan, and now I might be losing my mother. If not in a week, a month or even a few years.

Taking another deep breath to try and calm myself, i look for my phone and find it on the night stand. Unlocking, I go to contacts and look for my father's number so I can hear the doctors verdict before jumping into conclusions.

Pulling my phone up to my hear I wait for it to start ringing. After a few seconds it starts ringing and he doesn't pick up. I'm starting to think maybe he's not awake yet since he might have spent the night at the hospital waiting to hear anything from the doctor about my mother. I try calling again and luckily he picks up after the third ring.

"Honey hey, are you okay? You not hurt? Did you eat yet." He answers and immediately starts getting worried as he keeps throwing question after another at me.

"Dad I'm okay, how's mom?" I ask chewing on my lower lip as anxiety starts kicking in. I guess I'm expecting the worst already but she didn't look so bad when I left so it might not be worse.

"Oh Honey the doctors said she needs to undergo surgery immediately, its bad. I saw her today and she was pale, I don't know why she never told me when it was getting bad. I just knew she was sick but I thought she was getting better." He says as his voice keeps cracking when he mentions my mother's condition.

"Honey how are you, yesterday you cut me off, I tried to call again but Holly answered telling me you had a panic attack." He continues as he is now trying to calm himself. I can hear he's trying to not make me have another panic attack.

"Dad I'm coming home. I'm fine but mom needs me so I'm coming back." I state and I'm also surprised because I haven't thought it through but with how things are I'm ready to pack and leave.

"Macy No!. I know you want to be by your mother's side but think about yourself, this has always been your dream and I'm not going to let you throw in the towel like that. Your mother will be fine, I'll make sure she has the best treatment she can get."