Making a Difference (sequel to PDA)

Ch.21: Making the Future Happen

~Chris~ 

I finally got to go home which meant staying in my own comfort of a bed to be honest which is the one thing I am glad for. Hospitals aren't my thing at all. My father was happy and I looked around at my house and there stood everybody. Grace had a small smile but she was fiddling with her sleeves and then I looked at Albany she was looking down somehow she made herself look smaller than I thought was possible. I observed Levi who seemed like he was the only one with a genuine smile plastered on his face. I knew Lilith was slightly upset over the fact that her and Susan had a big fight. It looked like she rather be anywhere but here at the house. Uncle Louis and Niall were in the same room not talking but not arguing in fact they were keeping their distance. Then there was my father and Cora smiling hugely at each other and my mom gave me a big hug. "Are you tired Chris" My mom asked me and I shook my head no at her. "I just want to take a seat" I told her and My mom nodded her head and I sat down on the couch. "Welcome Home" Albany greeted me with a big smile on her face. I thanked everybody. I saw Uncle Liam holding little Sawyer with a smile on his face. I could tell everybody was worried about Uncle Zayn. Nobody heard from him and Uncle Liam was worried to bits and pieces but they were nothing we could do. "So how's the trial going" I asked Albany and Albany sighed. "Let's not talk about that. You finally home" Albany smiled at me. Dad handed me bunch of letters and smiled at me. "It looks like numerous colleges want you to play for them" Dad smiled at me while rubbing my head messing up my hair. I slowly opened one letter after one another. I walked to my room, don't get me wrong I love my family but everybody needs their space. 

Notre Dame 

Duke 

Stanford 

Georgetown 

Northwestern 

I was actually going to college but now that means moving all the way to America away from my family and that was actually nerve wrecking. I heard my bedroom door opened and I knew it was Andy and he sighed while sitting on my bed. "What's going on" I causally asked him and Andy just shrugged his shoulders. "Al been ignoring me" Andy confessed to me. "Leave me out of this" I told Andy and Andy glared at me. "Fine tell me what's been going on" I turned around in my chair putting away my college letters and signal that I was actually ready to listen to his rambles. "It just I don't understand what i did to Al to make her not talk to me" Andy complained and I just stared at Andy's fists and I remember how Albany was looking down and her hair covered her cheek. "You hit her" I told Andy and Andy glared at me. He opened his mouth but I stopped him. "I know what you did to her before but I never thought you would exactly what your father did to you and your mother" I pointed out to Andy and Andy pushed me against the wall. I grabbed my head in pain, it was a sharp pain. I was aching and I couldn't move. I could barely see anything because the pain was so intense. Andy bent down to touch me on the shoulder. "Chris, I am so sorry" Andy apologized before running to get my dad and dad kept rubbing my head and I knew Andy kept looking down at his feet probably feeling bad. Dad helped me get into my bed and left the room. I had an ice pack on my head to help with the pain I had developed. I was bald now and right now I could not see myself playing soccer at the moment and that sucks because Soccer was my first love but I wanted to get scholarships so my parents didn't have to pay for college. I felt a dip on my bed and I knew it was Andy even though I had my eyes close. "Chris" He started saying. "If you really care about Albany then stop treating her like a crap and do not become your father because if you do. You will lose her and everybody including me" I told straight up about what would happen if that was the case. He sighed, he wasn't angry just trying to think. "So I'm thinking about attending UCLA after school" Andy told me  and I smiled at the news. Andy's uncle lived in California and everybody in Andy's family went to UCLA. "I'm happy for you" I told him and Andy sighed. "Where are you going" Andy asked me now and I opened my eyes finally. "I might die you know" I commented to Andy and Andy shook his head. "Why are you saying that" Andy got up from my bed. "Maybe because it's true that I might die. This isn't the first time I got cancer and so why should I focus on anything else until I know I'll survive" I elaborated my thought process to Andy and Andy shook his head and stormed out of my room and I heard him shutting the front door. He was annoyed but I wasn't going to act like I wasn't sick. Everybody didn't even want to think that this cancer might be the death of me and to be honest, I am so sick of being sick to be honest. I'm tired of the treatment and I'm sick of not being able to go to school. I'm too weak to even play soccer anymore and it sucks and it rocks me to the boat. I want to be realistic even if it might hurt to think I might die and leave my family at only the age of 18.