Deidra has been torn down and hurt by family and friends for as long as she can remember. However, she can't contain herself to try to help anyone she can. Her stepfather is harsh and her sister is her best friend. The only other friend of hers is h...
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Chapter 14: Life and Tragedy Work Hand-In-Hand ~~~~~
Spencer P.O.V
Father and Mother had been conversing in that large booth for over an hour now. I wonder if they're alright. Malachi has been entertaining Jillian with the stories he's experienced on his farm, while I added in all the tidbits I learned, along with how rotten Georgina is. We all agreed that this girl needs to fall into mud a few more times...
"Hey darlings." Mom said, a huge smile on her face. "Ready to go?"
We all hopped up, ready to exit the restaurant that brought back our hope. This was absolutely fantastic.
The night air filled our lungs with it's chilly breeze. The calming noise of cars speeding by without an odd grumble of the engine filled the silence. It was beautiful, to say the least. Jillian was staring up into the sky with that huge smile from before still lurking on her lips.
Silently she whispered, "I knew you could hear me. Thank you."
One could only assume she was talking about the reuniting of our parents. My mom's gaze, shyly, was directed at the concrete below us. Her glowing, rosy cheeks could be seen even in the pitch black of the evening. My father stood proudly, hand clasped with hers, as we walked to our vehicles. Well, and aircrafts, in the case of my mother. Everything was perfect, but things can never stay that way forever. That's what I've learned.
The people in this town are mostly rude, especially the rich folk towards the northern side. Father and Malachi live somewhere in-between them and the unfortunate, poverty-stricken people towards the southern side. Malachi has told me, even though I've experienced it myself, that him and Father have been called traitors and got dirt thrown at them whenever they visit the south side. Many people down there knew him as Mr. and Mrs. DiCaprio's poor, mischievous, player son. He had it alright, loved by all of the south side. Ever since he grew up and found love, lots have left him. Most people down there still like him quite well, others believe he betrayed them by marrying a rich girl and receiving tons of money. Others are simply kind, and in return he gives them some money to buy a few necessary items. I love my father, lots of people do, but some don't.
That led me to learn that good things don't last forever. That's why when the speeding truck came rumbling down the parking lot driveway that we were smack in the middle of, I knew something was bound to happen. My father screamed and pulled mother by the hand, the rest of us running safely to the side. It was too late.
The ride to the hospital was a tranquil one. Nobody in the ambulance dared to speak a word in case they said something they shouldn't have. My father wept quietly in the corner, explaining the cold feeling that overtook his hand when mother's left it. The truck had been at least 5mph over the parking lot speed limit, enough to knock her unconscious. Instead of apologizing, the man in the truck gave father a cold glare and his face turned to stone.
