Bex

Chapter 27:

  I sighed and replayed the voicemail.

"Hello, Bex. It's Dr. Jackson... again," I heard him sigh like the last eight times I listened to the voicemail.

"I'm sorry about pushing you to open up at the support meeting, but you can't skip out on your appointments. You'll be starting your treatments in a couple of weeks; you can't hide it for much longer, Bex. Time's running out..." There was another hesitant silence. "If you're interested, I set up an appointment for you this Saturday- please come. I hope to see you then."

I let out a frustrated groan as I turn around in bed. I threw my phone down and stared up at the ceiling. I just laid there and focused on the air moving in and out of my lungs.

He was right- I didn't have much more time till I needed to start my treatments. Not much more time till my family would find out I'm sick. The school year was ending in four weeks. I had four more weeks until I'd have to live in the hospital for an unknown amount of time.

  My phone chiming brought me out of my thoughts. I turned my head to where I threw it. Grabbing it, I saw I was getting a text from Axel. I smiled without thinking, but I caught myself.

What are you doing?

I rolled my eyes at myself before reading his message.

Hey Angel Eyes wanna maybe help me out with something?

Depends... what do you need help with?

A certain little blonde princess wants me to take her to the carnival and she's begging to see you... so what do you say? Wanna come with? I can swing by at 8?

I bit my lip, hesitating to reply. I loved Riley to death, but it was going to be hard sneaking out of the house. My parents were starting to work more from the house instead of their office at their company's building; it might have something to do with the fact that I'd been spending less time at the house since they'd got home- or more so that I'd been spending that time with Axel.

Idk...

Oh c'mon Angel Eyes you can't break a little girl's dream now can you?

I knew what he was doing, and it was working. I only have four more weeks of freedom. I better make them count.

Fine, I typed. But park down the block. I'll have to sneak out.

Ooooooo you really are a bad girl

I could practically picture him smirking as he wrote that, and I snorted, smirking as I replied back.

And don't you forget it ;)

I checked the time to find I had an hour to get ready. I quickly threw on ripped skinny jeans, a gray tee that said Me? Sarcastic. Never., and my black converse. I pulled my hair free from its tie and ran my fingers through it a couple of times.

While I was fixing my makeup, I was coming up with a plan for my escape. By the time I was done it was eight o'clock. I grabbed my phone- stuffing it in the back pocket of my jeans- and quietly exit my room. I tried to make my feet as soundless as I could on the staircase. I heard my dad shouting at someone on his phone as I neared the last few steps.

I stealthily passed my parents office and down the first hallway to get to the back door of my house. I got in the laundry room where the door was. I sighed in relief, my hand almost at the door knob.