K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

Don't Look At Her

Hartley's P.O.V

"I do not like this" I said deadpanned at my mom and she sighed before she rose from her hunched position over the bed and faced me. "She is my sister darling, I just want to see her and be with her for a couple of weeks. Come on, you love your aunt Martha." she said with a big smile on her face and it did make me happy seeing that but I still had worry within me. For fudge sake, she has cancer and wants to take a vacation. Run away from where there are actually people who could help her? I didn't understand.

"Of course I do mom, but she does not live here, therefore does not know much about what's going on."I tried explaining to her but all she did was shake her head. "I have checked in with Dr Hilbert and he had said it was alright. Honey it's just two weeks" she said as she resumed packing and I stayed quiet. I sighed and sat on her bed as I watched her pack the rest of the few clothes she would be taking.

My aunt, Martha, lives in Kansas City, Missouri. And my mother will be flying there, it would be an hour and a half flight which is good for her because I really wouldn't like it if it was a five hour flight or such because obviously if something went wrong. "Okay mom. I under-" I suddenly jumped at the loud ringing of my phone and I pulled it out of my pocked to further let out an annoyed groan. I've seen her like two times today! what else does she need!?

After my phone rang continuously, I denied her call and internally winced at the way she would react by that. I then stood up from my mom's bed and was just about to tell her that I was ready anytime to drive to the airport when I caught an amused look within her eyes. "What?" I asked her and she chucked before she shook her head then with a sly smile she simply said, "Nothing" and continued packing.

I walked out her room and just as I was going to walk into my room, my phone rang again.

"God dammit it!" I yelled but answered the phone anyways, holding it away from my ear in case she deafens it like she always does. I didn't say anything already expecting her to demand answers or what not but this time, this time was strange because she still hadn't said anything for over a minute now. "Uh. Pop-Poppy?" I asked as I stuttered out and then my heart kicked into overdrive with worry as I heard a sniffle. I didn't know why but I was already reaching for my keys.

"Poppy?. Poppy, what's wrong?" I asked her as I walked down the stairs. I heard more sniffling before she choked out a pained cry and immediately I felt like I had felt that pain.

"Har-Ha-Hartley?" she stuttered out sadly and I swallowed before nodding then shook my head realizing she couldn't see me.

"Yes it's me. It's okay. It's going to be okay" I said and as I reached for the doorknob of the front door.

"No. No it won't be. It will never be ok-okay" she said and was she slurring? Was she drunk? seriously? I thought but then scolded myself because I hated whenever I am quick to judge people without knowing the full story so I took a deep breath and spoke in a soft tone. "You want me to come over?" I asked her and I smiled as I already knew that I didn't need for her to answer that because I was coming over anyway but I wanted to hear what she would say.

"Yes please" she said in the most shy and softest voice I've ever heard and that had me considering if I was really talking about "The Poppy Holmes". I froze and opened and shut my mouth like a fish, not knowing what to say but then a very awkward and stuttering "Okay" came out and I hung up. My face started heating up and I rubbed at it to relieve some of the tension, it didn't work so I grumpily stomped my way to my truck and got in. I backed out of my driveway before shifting the gear to second gear and with a confused but worried heart, I made my way to Poppy's house.