A Part of Me

Fighting

Me , Mom, Bradley and Dad climbed in the car and sped down the highway to the hospital. My mind had a thousand thoughts going through it. How did Kerry get to Sam ? How was she positive it was Sam ? How did Sam end up in a car accident ? Is she okay ? I guess Bradley could tell how worried I was he grabbed a hold on my hand and the tears started to run down my face, Please not Samantha.

We arrived at the hospital 20 minutes later , we rushed straight to the elevators being that Kerry had told us what floor she was on.

" Oh god please let my baby be okay " My mom had been crying non stop since we got in the car , Dad held her closely and tightly while Bradley did his best to stay strong for me.

" Kerry ! " My dad called out when he spotted her.

" Mr. Price " She quickly walked over to us wiping the tears from her eyes.

" Kerry what's going on ? "

" Have you heard anything ? "

" How do you know it's her ? "

We bombarded Kerry with questions all at once , we just needed to know for sure.

" I'm 100 percent sure it's her , they rushed her straight to surgery when they arrived I arrived 5 minutes after them. I told them I was her sister so they would keep me updated but she has been I'm there for hours and no one has yet come out to inform me of her condition. "

" Thank you Kerry " My mom braced Kerry with a hug , while I just stood there silently and watched. Someone came walking up behind Kerry and that's when I finally noticed her; Alexander , Kerrys wife.

" Hello everyone " she greeted us " I'm Alexander ..... uh " I could tell what she wanted to say but I guess due to the current situation she decided not to. " I'm a pediatric surgeon , I don't work at this hospital but I do have some jurisdiction and I'm going to see what's going on with Samantha. "

" Thank you Alexander " My dad said as he shook her hand

" No problem " and she walked off.

I was practically stuck in a trance , I didn't know how to react or what to do. I could barely move my feet from the ground.

" Hey Jus , come have a seat you don't look to well " Bradley took a hold of my arm and guided my to the chairs. My mom continued to weep and silently pray while dad paced back and fourth. Kerry just took a seat across from us and sat there shaking her foot. She did that quite often when her nerves were bad and flicked her fingers. I watched her as she did exactly those things , she must have noticed me watching because we made instant eye contact.

" I can leave if you like ? "

I just shook my head no , I could quite make out the words to physically speak them. If it wasn't for her we wouldn't have even known Sam was here.We all sat there playing the waiting game , dad could barely keep still. Mom was a wreck , Bradley doing what he does best keeping it together and I was just stuck in a daze. I kept praying that maybe they had the wrong person , I was even texting Sam hopping she would respond saying she went shopping to blow off some steam. Every time Sam got upset she would run to the mall. I remember when she was mad at me for missing her volley ball game and when I came home she had practically tossed our whole entire room.

" What the heck! MOM ! " I could believe the room looked like this, oh when I get my hands on Samantha. " Mother ! " I yelled out for her again.

" I'm coming , I'm coming " Mom hurried up the stairs to see what I was being dramatics about. " What's wrong sweetie ? "

I took a step aside from the doorway just so she could see for herself. " Mom look at this room ! " I yelled so angrily " Where is Samantha ? And where were you when she was destroying our room ? "

I saw a small smirk form from the corners of my mothers mouth as she quickly covered herself when she noticed that I noticed.

" MOM ! " I whined ! " Why would she do this ? "

" Well Juice , you did promise Sam that you would make her game , it was her first game you know how much that meant to her. " my mom let out a slight chuckle. This was normal Samantha to act out whenever she didn't get her way and seeing how she was the baby she always got away with it and my parents always seemed to be so amused by it.

I stomped my foot on the ground " Uuughhhh ! Wait until I get my hands on her ! " and as soon as I said that , we heard the front door close.

" Mom , I'm back ! " Sam called out , I practically went flying down the stairs to her.

" Samantha Nicole Price ! You little ! Ugh ! " I greeted Sam at the bottom of the steps " Samantha why would you do that to the room ? "

" I was upset , why didn't you come to my game Justine ? You told me you were gonna be there ! "

" Sam work ran late , I'm sorry but that doesn't give you the right to destroy the room. "

She shrugged her shoulders and continued to walk towards the living room to put her bags down.

" Oh really ? " I followed behind her and waited until she sat her bags down " So who's gonna clean that mess up ?because I'm sure not ! "

" I don't know ask mom "

Soon as Sam dropped her last shopping bag I quickly picked it up and emptied it on the living room floor. She spun around so quickly.

" JUSTINE ! Are you kidding me !? These are brand new clothes ! " she stomped and wined , so I grabbed the other bag and did the same. " MOMMY ! Come get her ! " I ran around the couch flinging one of her shirts on my finger sticking my tongues out . She tried to chase me around the couch but couldn't catch me until I slipped on one of her silk scarfs and we both went tumbling under the living room table. We tussled with each other in the mix of clothing on the ground.

" Girls ! girls ! Enough ! " mom entered the living room with her hands on her hips and a stern look. We both looked up at her and then at each other and bursted into laughter. " Now you two clean this mess up and then head up stairs to that room and clean that too. "

" But mom Sam made that mess up stairs I don't think it's - "

She put her hand up to cut me off " Get to it you two , and before your Father comes home . " I huffed and puffed as Sam laughed under her breath. We both got up off the floor and started picking the clothes up off the floor.

" Brat " I threw the shirt at her head.