If You're Hurt They Bleed

Promises, Promises

"What was that?" Molly asked.

"Look, I just figured she had a right to know." I shrugged.

"What happened? You said you weren't going to tell her." She pointed out.

"Nothing." Molly raised an eyebrow. "Fine! She just said something and I wanted to take her down a few notches." I gave her a smile.

"What did she say?"

'He's mine.'

"Just... stuff." I opened the car door.

"Whatever." She got in the car, and I started pulling out of the parking lot when I noticed Grayson standing by the front door.

"What now?" I pulled up next to the school.

"Olive broke up with me. She was my ride." He mumbled. I sighed.

"Get in." He just stared at me.

"What, do you want a written invitation? Get in the back." I jerked my head in the direction of the door.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it. Seriously." Molly gave me a weird look that I ignored.

I dropped Grayson off first.

"Thanks, again." He called, heading up to his porch. I waved as he walked in.

Molly stifled a giggle.

"What?"

"You looooooove him!" She teased.

"Whatever. It's my fault she broke up with him, and it's too mean even for me to leave him stranded."

"Also, you loooooooooooove him." Molly batted her eyelashes. I punched her in the arm.

"Do you want me to drop you off here?" She slumped down in her seat.

"Fine."

I frowned. "Do you want to come with me to the hospital? To see Dad?"

A wide grin crossed her face. "I'd love to."

We walked up to the front desk, looking around nervously.

"Hi, I'm here to see George Porter?" I leaned over the receptionist's desk.

"Name?" He replied, not looking up.

"Maya Porter. I'm his daughter."

He looked at me for a second. "You're not on the list."

I could feel my heart sink. "Please, sir. My mom must have just forgotten. I need to see him." Tears were forming.

Don't cry. You don't cry. Ever.

"Please." A single tear dropped. I saw his face soften.

"Okay. But have your mom call when you get home."

I knew that meant I was calling in her place.

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed.

"Room 314a." He pointed down the hall, and Molly and I took off.

Dad was propped up on his pillows, reading old scripts when we walked in.

"Hey, Daddy." I smiled.

"Hi, Star." He returned the look. "How are you?"

I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears. "I'm glad you're okay. How are you doing? Mom didn't tell me anything and-"

"I meant to call you. I'm doing fine. The doctors say I'm getting better." I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hi." Molly popped up from behind me.

"Hey Moll. It's nice to see you." He patted the edge of his bed. "Come sit down."

Molly grabbed the chair, and I sat at the foot of his bed.

"Any drama?" He asked eagerly.

"No." I answered, before Molly got a chance to. I usually share everything with my dad, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell him about this.

"That's boring! Make something up, then. Entertain me, I've read Cabaret three times, but I can still hear Julie's voice." He exaggerated.

I giggled. "Fine. Um... the new girl, Olive started rehearsal today, came in late and yelled at Robinski." I informed him.

"Oh and she got her phone taken away!" Molly added.

Dad leaned back. "Now we're talking. Go on..."

We talked for three hours, telling stories and laughing.

"Five minutes till you girls have to leave," a nurse came in to change his IV.

"Thanks." I smiled as she left.

"You're gonna be okay, right?" I turned back to my father.

"Of course. I'm getting better, I promise."

I got up, Molly following suit.

"I'll be back later this week." I stated.

We walked out the door full of hope, excited for the future.

I promise.

A/N: Yo I hoped you like this chapter because it's one of my favorites so far, honestly. My dad reread his script and complains about old notes from the director all the time. Memories! Anyways, exciting things are in the future! Bye, lovelies💜