A Love Never Forgotten

Chapter 24

Charlie's POV

I woke up to a dead silent house, not even DJ was making noise. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, then I noticed the note on the remote.

"Breakfast is in the oven, went to go pick up my car. Call me when you wake up!
Love you,
Meryl :)"

I immediately reached for my phone, when I noticed that I had 4 missed calls from Cheryl and my mom. "Why would Cheryl call m-" Meryl! My nerves were going insane and it took me forever to find the courage to call my mom back. It seems like I sat there for hours waiting for my mother to pick up her God damned phone. Finally, she picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hey Charlie" she said sadly.

"Mom? What's going on? Why did you and Cheryl call me two times? Is everything okay?" I began to ramble on and on, not giving her a chance to explain.

"Meryl... Meryl was driving to Cheryl's house to pick her up. When Cheryl came outside, she found Meryl laying on the steering wheel. The doctor says that her heart just stopped, for no reason. He thinks she may have an irregular heartbeat or she has a murmur, they don't know. Right now, she's being airlifted to a hospital in Virginia. Meryl may not make it, Charlie." I could hear her sobbing on the other end. I was in so much shock that I couldn't react or say anything. Why did God have to threaten to take her away from me? Did I do something wrong? Is it because we had sex? I don't understand.

"Okay. I'm going to go to the hospital she's being airlifted to, what's the address?" After she gave me the address, I started to pack my things. As I was packing the last of my things, I lost it. "How could God do this to me!?" I yelled as I threw my bedside lamp into the wall, causing it to shatter. Tears were streaming down my cheeks like a waterfall. "Why does everything happen to Meryl!? She doesn't deserve this shit! She's never done anything to hurt anyone!" I punched my bedroom wall over and over again until there was a hole the size of a basketball. My knuckles were bleeding but I didn't care at this point. I was furious not towards God but I was just angry with my life.
After I had calmed down a little, I dragged my suitcase downstairs, told my neighbors to take care of DJ, and headed to the Carillon hospital in Roanoke, Virginia to see the love of my life.