Silver Walls

Chapter Three

~Jessica~

(Minutes before)

Walking down the basement steps, I collided with a very deathening sight. My parents with head in hands while I walked down to the couch. My dad lifted his head with a sad smile, he came over to hug me with a tight force, taking me off balance for a moment before my father came over to do the exact same thing, with tears pooling in the eyes of grey.

"Jessica, I don't know how to start this..." John Parker started with an off steady voice. I refer to him as dad and to Henry Parker as Father.

"Yeah dads." I teased with a smile. They softened at my facial expression and slowly began to tell me the threatening story.

"I have leukemia, Jess." Dad said in a fragile tone.

The life of the world suddenly didn't matter and the pain in my left foot from stubbing my toe (that hurt like a bitch) wasn't there anymore. All that was in front of me was flashes. Pictures. Days from being a lonely child inside an adoption center to playing around in a sandbox with the best dads I could ask for. They always held my hand and swung me in circles, whenever work wasn't on. To one day, I thought, we were all walking like a happy family when a disgusted twenty year old couple sneered at my parents. I was sixteen at the time and punched the boy in the face before slapping his supposed wife. And I'd do it again. To the time I was almost thirteen and I had forgotten John's birthday. He told me it was fine, but being the little troublemaker I was, I played a prank on him that still gets me to this day. Burning his clothes didn't do the trick and so he did the same to me. Young, old, better together was how you could explain this (insided joke) psychotic, put here by fait, family. We all have past, secrets and times where we wished for the Earth to drown in it's own water. We have times where we feel like the teenage love is going to last forever, up until Timothy or David finally decides to live a bachelor life. We have moments where you're the one to die.

And the broken heart of mine wasn't helping. It was shattered at the images of a parent in a hospital bed, times to where the monitor stops beeping and times to where dad wouldn't survive his life as a proud gay, adopted father. I looked to Henry, for support, but his eyes shown in mine, cruelty and disappointment rained in my mind. Why would someone do this to us? We were fine.

My toe hurts...

Shut up, mind!

"Jessica, please don't be sad, or.. Or mad, we'll get through this, like remember your birthday? I tore up your teddy bear for telling me you hate me?" I nodded weakly at Henry, he continue his encouraging words until my heart was racing so fast I had to stop this madness.

With a heavy brain full of thoughts, I hugged my dad a little too tightly, considering he had leukemia. I pulled away with my eyes glossed over. Father placed his hand on my shoulder and patted once before excusing himself to go to the restroom, when really he was probably too resistant in crying in front me and dad.

I slid my hands from John's and really decided, this wasn't the time to be sad. I had to be strong for dad.

That rhymed.

This isn't the time for jokes, mind!

Jeez, even my own self is trying to make me feel better.

"Honey, we've got the best doctors and your cousin Lance working on me, I'll be going to hospital regularly and probably will be staying there for whiles at a time, but for your sake, I'll fight it. And for your father's."

I meekly sighed about the work on him. Tubes... IV's... I couldn't help it.

The tears poured my cheeks as I awaited for his next words.