Celeb Bodyguard

Why?

I enter the house that I used to live in.

"Mom! I'm home!"

"In my room, sweetheart."

I walk towards her room, still fuming mad. When I turn the knob to enter her room, I kind of expect it to burst into flames. It doesn't, it just turns, which for some reason makes me more mad. I open the door to reveal my mom-pale, her black hair having more grey streaks than it did the lost time I saw her, a year ago,
her purple eyes have bags under them. She looks so worn out, this makes me mad even more.

"Hello, dear. Sit down, I have something to tell you."

"Is this the something the fact that you have two weeks or less to live? If so trust me, I know. I saw John and I made him tell me why he was acting so weird."

"Dear, I'm sorry...so sorry...I..I.."

"You what, mom? You're sorry? No, you don't get to say that. You have to answer my questions. Why didn't you tell about the strokes? Why didn't you tell me that you're dying? Why? Why did I have to find out from John? I know I wasn't completely honest to you about what happened with Nate, but I deserve to know these things."

"I'm sorry I didn't want to worry you. And the two weeks thing.....I just found out...I called you to come here so I could tell you. And what really happened with Nate?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Serena, tell me."

"I caught him cheating on me so I broke it off, but the sad thing is I still love him," tears are pouring down my face. So much for not crying over him anymore. I'm so pathetic.

I wipe my tears away, "so what exactly did the doctors tell you?"

"That the strokes have damaged my body too much and I have less than two weeks. Come here."

I walk over to her bedside.

"You're so beautiful, my greatest accomplishment. Someone once told me that the dash in-between your birthdate and your date of death stands for what you did with your life. Sweetie, your my dash and I couldn't be more proud of you. Even if your father didn't see how great you would become, I did, the second you were born."

"Great? I'm a failure."

"You'll get your big break soon. I can tell."

"I don't want you to go," I barely get out in a whisper, back to sad, I guess.

"Come sit," she pats the side of the bed beside her and I go to the opposite side of the bed, get on it and sit close to her, "don't be sad."

"I can't help it," tears start to fall, "you're all I have left," my voice is small and frail.

I cry for a few more minutes while she hugs me, after the tears stop, she pulls away.

"I want to have a movie night with you and John. Call him."

Weird...okay.

I pull out my phone and call the number John gave me in the dinner.

"Hello?"

"John? It's Serena."

"Oh, hey. Are you okay? What's up?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Um, my mom wants to have a movie night with you and me. Can you come over?"

"Sure. I'll be off duty in 5 minutes, I'll head over then. Soon you soon, bye."

"Bye," I hang up. Why is my heart pounding like crazy. Are those goosebumps on my arm?