Chapter Ten
I watch the buildings pass by on our ride to the hospital. My nerves grew with each passing block. A thousand thoughts rush through my head.
Would she like me? Did I look like my father? Will she like who I have turned out to be? Was she upset that she had to give me up? Does she wish she could have raised me herself? Does she resent me?
The questions kept popping into my head so fast I didn't have a minute to think about the last question.
A gentle touch on my leg disturbs the ongoing rush of questions. I jump and look at Mac. "We're here," he says quietly and nods at the building behind me.
Slowly, I turn to look at the building. A 'deer in headlights' look comes across my face immediately and I freeze. Can I really go through with this?
Thankfully, for me, Mac paid the driver and told him to wait for us-he had our luggage after all-and then came around and opened my door for me.
"Pey, let's go," he offers me a hand.
I take it, using him more as a crutch than anything else, I don't think I could have made it to the front door if I didn't have him for support.
We walk slowly up to the front door, he doesn't give me time to compose myself before he drags me in.
"May I help you?" the receptionist asks in a bored tone.
Mac motions me to step forward and speak. I comply.
"Umm, hi, I'm here to visit my mother, Sigourney Charbonneau."
The receptionist looks up and studies my face. "And you are?"
I gulp and look at Mac, he gives me a nod of encouragement. "Peyton Winters, Sigourney's daughter."
A look of recognition crosses the receptionist's face. "Yes, of course. She is in room B 257 on the second floor."
"Thank you," I smile politely at her. Mac and I walk down to the elevator, me still using him as a crutch.
Stepping into the elevator, Mac hits the level 2 button. I twiddle my thumbs nervously as I wait for the elevator to open up. All too soon, it does.
We step out onto the level, instantly getting hit with that 'lovely' hospital smell. I crinkle my nose in disgust. Yuck!
Walking down the hallway, we look for room B 257. "Pey," Mac calls, I turn towards him, "I found it."
My world slowly feels like it's closing in on me, I become very lightheaded all of a sudden. Mac rushes to my side. "Are you okay? You look really pale."
"I just need to breathe and compose myself," I choke out, trying to find something to focus on.
Mac soothes me as I calm down from the impending panic attack. "Ready?" he asks when color finally returns to my face.
"Ready," I nod.
I push open the door and am immediately greeted by beeping machines and gorgeous irises, my favorite flower. The woman in the bed turns slowly, to see who had just enter the room. Thankfully, though, I don't freeze up this time.
"Sigourney, darling, is that you?" she calls out.
"Yes, it is." I reply back, shakily.
"Please, come over," she pats a space next to her.
I look back at Mac. "I'll stay right here," he mouths at me. I nod and walk over to the spot where she had just patted.
Sitting down, we just stare at each other for a good minute. I have her cheekbones and hair and build.
A weak smile crosses her face. "My oh my, you're a beautiful young woman."
I blush, "Thank you. You look so much like me."
She laughs heartily, "I am your mother after all." A hush comes over the room and her hand covers mine. "Darling, I just want to be clear with you, it was never my intention to give you up. Your father and I were going to raise you. You would not have had the fancy lifestyle you have now, but you would have been loved. Which I'm sure the people taking care of you love you very much. But just know that your father loved you with all his heart, as do I. I have always loved my beautiful daughter. Your mum kept me in the loop, she always sent me pictures of you."
A tear slides from my face, she reaches up and brushes it aside. "Don't cry darling, please don't cry."
"Mom, what was dad like?"
A smile crosses her face. "You called me mum, I never thought I'd hear that. Now, your father, he was a kind, gentle man. You have his eyes, you know. Big blue eyes. There was never a day where your father couldn't make me laugh or you smile. Your face always lit up when you saw him."
"Mom, why were those men after dad, the night he died?" I ask out of the blue.
Her eyes widen, but before she has the chance to reply, the window shatters. A sharp pain explodes in my shoulder and radiates through my body.
Everything becomes a blur. I can make out Mac and some nurses crowding around me. I can't seem to make out what they're saying.
They have worried faces. What are they so worried about? I hear another bang. Is that a gunshot?
Mac looks really hot when he's worried.
I wonder if he knows I love him.
That is the last thought I have before I succumb to the nagging darkness.
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Saving Peyton
Romance"My head jerks up at the sound of the voice, I had heard it before. I gasp, and he turns to look at me, we lock eyes. It was him." She had it all, the money, the house, the car, the designer clothes, parents that any teenager would w...
