The deciding shot

Chapter 12

Saturday passed by so fast, before I knew it.... It was 10 pm. Ashley was inside watching tv. She had mover her stuff the room in the basement. My father and I discussed where I would sleep.

"Dad, can I sleep with Ashley?" He look at me like I was crazy. He shook his head vigorously.

"What?!?? Why not?" I demanded to know.

"You guys are dating, I don't think I would be comfortable." He said calmly. I knew that was coming.

About 10 more minutes of arguing and he finally gave in. Ashley walked in and hit me upside the head.

"Ouch!!! What the hell was that for?" She glared at me, then left to her room. I sat there and just let her cool off. After she didn't come up for 3 hours I went downstairs to see her crying.

"What's wrong?" I questioned. She looked up at me and ran over and hugged me tight. I ended up carrying her over to our bed.

"Ashley, come on baby girl, what's wrong?"

"I didn't like it. When you fought with you're father. It hurt me." She sobbed. I looked down at her.

"Ashley," I couldn't finish, she was right. Fighting with my dad was bad, especially for her. I felt bad now. So I lied down and she lied down right next to me. "I'm sorry." Was all I could squeeze out.

That's when the phone call came. That goddamn dreaded phone call. The doctor wanted me and my brother at the hospital, immediately.

My father, who finally got his license, drove us there. The nurse asked us why we were here and then the doctor asked for just myself and little brother.

We followed him down the long narrow hallways that seemed never ending. We finally can up to the room where my mom was. This is the floor nanny and pop pop both passed away on. My mom, my mom wasn't going to live.

My brother was brought back down after he realized it. He ran out. So I was the only one.

"Mom?" I asked. She didn't answer.

"Mom, go ahead and let," I chocked.

"Go ahead and let go. It's okay. I won't hold it against you. You were a fighter, but please just lose this last one for me. I don't want to see you in pain." This was the third person I had to say this too. It sucked.

Later that night while I was still in the room she died. I text Ashley. She came up, alone, and hugged me tight as I cried into her shirt. She had only seen me do this one other time, and it tore her apart. We walked out and finally went home.

We got home and Sunday was over. It was Monday. My dad enrolled her in Madison on Friday night. I guess dad knew she was coming. The bus came and we got on, silent as ever. The bus driver noticed that I wasn't myself today. He didn't leave until he knew what happened. He almost started to cry. We finally got to school.

Ashley's locker was right next to mine.

Before I could go to class the counselor wanted to see me. She had a guest with her. I was surprised to see that the guest was my second grade teacher, Ms. Davis.

I broke down. I collapsed on the floor an spilled everything to her. Like the fact my mom had died along with my grandparents. I was depressed. I could barely stop crying. The only family I had left was Ashley, dad, Steven, Alenka, and Charlie. Without them I would be lost.