After hours of looking, we go into one last shop. Who knew shopping was so stressful?!
I pull on a lace red dress which Patricia picks out for me. It's loose and lands at my feet. It has a ribbon belt with a bow at the back. It has a sequin neck piece. I look beautiful for once. I do a twirl in front of the mirror. I step out tentatively.
"Wow ohhhh," she gasps with a hand over her mouth. Her eyes trailing up and down. "This is the one," She says certainly.
"What do you think señorita?" She smiles. I nod. And stare back in the mirror.
"It's the one,"
After we pay my phone starts to buzz frantically. When it stops I see;
26 missed calls from pineapple pizza.
15 messsges from pineapple pizza.
Shit! I curse as open up my phone to reveal the messages.
Why tf do you have a phone if you never answer?!
It's an emergency.
A fucking emergency pick tf up.
If you don't pick up the weddings cancelled.
Pick up
Pick up
Shes your daughter
We need to see her.
What kind of mother are you?
Pick up
Pick up
Hurry up!
This is your fault
You let her go.
I'll see you in the hospital
My heart pounds against my chest, and my breathing becomes heavier. A weird feeling gradually builds up, swimming around my body.
I call Joel back, and he answers immediately.
"You stupid girl. Why didn't you pick up? January's in hospital! I've been here 30 mins! Get here right now! It's St. Peter's hospital room 309," I can taste his tears through his angered voice.
"Okay I'll be there," is all I can manage before handing Patricia my phone, revealing the message, which hopefully explains the situation.
I skid away from the shop, and speed through the lights not giving a shit. We park outside the hospital. And Patricia and I both run to the reception. Patricia manages to talk to the reception woman as I was lost for words.
We hurried to her room, and the room was filled with people. My eyes settle on a 5 year old lying in the bed in a hospital gown with blood and cuts all over her face her eyes remained closed. Her father was crouched by her side, with red bloodshot eyes from crying so much.
My heart was now bruising my ribcage, and I shut my eyes.
"This isn't reality, this isn't reality," I whisper over and over. A gulp forms in my throat, that I cannot swallow. My eyes shoot open, and nothing has changed. This was the reality.
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RomanceWhen Chris is murdered, Laila Sanchez decides that there's more to life than sulking over her fiancées death. She meets Tobias who has a daughter called January, will she discover the secrets of Tobia's life, or will the past catch up with her?
