Saving Peyton

Take A Card

Chapter Fourteen

The sun shining through the curtains woke me up with a startle.

Where am I?

Why am I naked?

Who's that?

Why does my body hurt?

Then, in a flash, everything comes rushing back to me. The visit. The shots. The Waiting Room. The kiss. The sex. Everything.

Groaning, I sit up, the covers wrapped around my bare torso, and I place my head in my hands. When did my life turn into this?

I feel the mattress move, but I am too lost in my thoughts to look. A hand rubs circles on my back.

"Pey," his voice echoes in the empty room.

"Yes?"

"Are you alright?" Mac asks, concern etched in his voice.

I pull my head away from my hands and look at him. "No," I answer truthfully, "everything came rushing back all at once. I can't believe she's gone." A strangled cry erupts from my throat as the tears come pouring down my face.

Mac pulls me closer to him and wraps his arms around my body, as I bury myself into his chest.

After a good fifteen minutes of this he pulls away and looks at me, concerned.

"The funeral is in a few hours, are you up for it?" His eyes searching mine.

At a lost for words, I nod and get up to go to the shower.

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Mac nudges me with his elbow, "It's your turn."

I nod, with tears clouding my vision, I slowly, as if in a trance, walk up to the front of the casket.

I look around, there weren't that many people at the funeral, but at least it was all the people who truly cared about my mom.

Taking a deep breath, I begin. "My mom, I didn't even know I was adopted up until two weeks ago," wow has it only been two weeks, it feels like months, "and in that time I just barely got to scratch the surface to getting to know her. I know I don't know her as well as some of you, but she is my mom, and in the few short days we had together, I can honestly tell you that she had the most unconditional love for me. She told me everything, not leaving a single detail out. I found out the true meaning of "a mother's love". I just wish we had more time together. I love you mom." Tears stream down my face as I finish the speech and place my flower on her casket.

I get looks and nods of approval for my speech on my way back to my seat. Just as I go to sit down, my eye catches a shiny black tux. Turning my head, I look to see who it is.

I didn't know who he was, he was standing off in the distance, behind a tree. So cliché. I nudge Mac and he looks over to where I'm nodding at the man. His eyebrows crinkle in confusion.

They lower the casket, and people pay their respects to me as they disperse. I nod at them and thank them for coming.

As Mac and I get up to leave, the man is still there, his eyes trained on Mac and I.

Suddenly, upset that no one seemed to know who he is, I march over to him, leaving a flabbergasted Mac in the dust.

Just as I reach him, I plant my feet and cross my arms. "Who are you," I spit out.

He looks at me intently, before pulling a card out of his coat pocket. "If you and Mac want to know more about those dreams you're having, please call me." With that, he turns and walks away, giving me no time to ask any questions.

Mac finally catches up to me, "Are you okay?"

I shake my head.

"Let's go home."

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Heyo! sorry it's taken me so long to update! I just haven't had any inspiration to write this story. I've been busy with my other stories. Hopefully I am able to update this soon. In the meantime, please check out my two new stories Saudade and This Crazy Thing We Call Love.

Thanks!