When You're Ready; Shawn Mendes

14. Week

"Life will get back on track."

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A week and a half ago

Avelyn

It had been two weeks since Shawn and I broke up. It wasn't a surprise if I was being honest. I had nothing together in my life, it was just one big mess. One bad thing after another, after another I wasn't surprised anymore.

I was hurt, of course I was. I really did love Shawn but I knew there was more to it than simply not talking for months. He said he was messed up and that he had things to fix within himself. And I did too, I had a lot of things to sort out with my life.

Even though we said we'd remain friends we hadn't spoken which isn't a shocker. We were busy but maybe one day we'd get back to being friends. That's what I feared, I always thought that if we were together and broke up for whatever reason that things would be different. That I'd be losing an incredible friend and I just hope that isn't true.

I felt like my mom lived at the hospital, she was never home. So I was the one to go grocery shopping or cleaning the house. It sort of felt like I was living on my own but here and there my mom would come home to shower and change.

I decided I was going to take a shower before heading to the store. My moms birthday was at the end of this month so I wanted to buy a gift for her. It wasn't the time for a birthday party which I would've done but like I said it wasn't the time. I'm sure if I did do one it would be in the hospital and that's when it hit me. Why not do one in the hospital?

I finished up my shower and wrapped a towel around me before going into my room. I looked through my closet before looking outside. The sky was getting cloudy but it would still be hot. So I was deciding on what to wear, shorts and a tank top or a dress?

I was pulled from my thoughts when my phone began to ring. I looked around for it and found it on my vanity. I seen it was my mom and answered it.

"Hello?" I asked as soon as I answered.

"Avelyn it's your father." Was all she said.

And the minute she said that I felt like my heart literally fell on the floor.

"He's okay Avelyn, the doctors came in and said his vitals have been getting better all week. He's up and making jokes and he hasn't fallen ill. I think he's going to be okay." She added.

Then a sense of relief washed over me and then I had felt my heart beating fast. I put my hand over my heart before laughing.

"Mom you gave me a heart attack." I told her as I regained my breath.

"I'm sorry, just get here when you get the chance." She told me. I could hear the happiness but I could also hear hearing crying.

"Okay I'll be right there." I told her before hanging up.

I went over to my closet and put on my underclothes before putting on some shorts and a tank top. I decided on letting my hair air dry, I then slipped on my sandals. Before leaving my room I grabbed my purse, phone, and car keys before heading out to the hospital.

After a good 30 minuets of driving I finally made it to the hospital. I had quickly parked and made my way in the direction to my dads room. I felt anxious the whole way up the elevator. When it rang the doors then opened, I walked out and quickly walked to my dads room.

Once I was outside his door I stopped. I felt like this was a dream and at any minute I was going to wake up. I would wake up and know my dad was still really ill. I was so used to bad things happening that in my head I knew this was too good to be true.

But then I heard his laugh, along with my moms. I pinched myself and nothing, I was still there. I opened the door and walked in before shutting it behind me. The laughing died down and I took a deep breath before walking further. I walked around the curtain and seen my mom sitting on the chair beside my dad's bed with a big smile.

My eyes then fell on him and he just looked brighter. He was no longer pale or like he was tired. His face was back to normal color and his eyes held warmth. And his smile just lit up the room, he really did look better. Better than his 'usual' better days.

"Hi love." My Dad tells me.

I didn't say anything I couldn't. I felt for months like my whole world was falling apart. Horrible thoughts would pop into my head. I prayed to god to let my dad live longer so he'd walk me down the aisle. So that he'd dance with me during the father daughter dance. Or that he'd be able meet his future grandchildren. I prayed for more time with my dad because it scared me to death to lose someone I loved so much.

The thought of losing anyone I loved made me cry. Just the thought of it because I truly don't want to know that heartbreak. I can't imagine my life without any of my parents and knowing that they are growing old scares me. Cause I know at one point in my life they will be gone.

I run over to my dad and practically jump on the poor man. I wrap my arms around him tightly. He laughed and hugged me back while I heard my mom yell at me for 'hurting' him. I buried my face and felt his heart beating fast and strong. That's when a sob escaped my lips, the tears started to pour from my eyes.

My dad was just humming while rubbing my back slowly. A sense of relief washed over me, like the weight of al my stress and anxiety had lifted. My fear had left me to breathe once again.

We stayed like that for a couple more minutes before I got off of him. I wiped my face and just then the door opened and my siblings piled in. They rushed to my dads side and hugged him. I got myself to stop crying by the time the doctor came in.

He told us about my dads condition and said this is the best he's looked in months. That in another week he'd be able to go home if his health stays like this. That made us all happy to hear. Once he was done he left the room to let us talk.

"If he does get better, which he will," my mom said while holding his hand, "You'll be able to go back home Avelyn."

My dad looked at me, "I want you to pack your things and go back in two days. You can't keep staying here, I'm going to be okay. I don't need you to stay here and stress, leave the stressing to us the parents."

I was about to argue but he gave me this look. It was a pleading look, my dad always wanted what was best for us. He always wanted us to be successful and do what we love. He wanted us to live the life he wish he could have. So I didn't argue, I shut my mouth and nodded.

I guess it's back home.

Authors Note//
I'm emotional mess and I blame the hormones thanks Mother Nature!
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Until Next Time Peace Lovelies✌🏼💚