Teasing The Bad Boy (COMPLETE)

Teasing The Bad Boy [7]

Chapter Seven

The whole plane ride to New York all I could think about is whether or not I'd ever see my mom again. Not that she was ever a true mom to me or anything, all I had growing up were a bunch of nannies. I guess it doesn't matter if your mom was there or not, in the end, she is your mother, and you only get one. 

When the plane landed I got a text from my dad saying he would be there to pick me up. I waited until everyone got off the plane before I got off, I was mentally preparing I guess. The first person I saw when I got off was my dad, his eyes were puffy and bloodshot. He was probably crying and up all night. I couldn't help but immediately run and hug him, I'd be lying if I said I was expecting him to hug me back, but he did. I guess I never really noticed how much mom and dad loved each other, I mean they were exactly alike. Isn't the saying opposites attract? Both my parents were extremely self-absorbed and only ever really cared about themselves, and when they wanted something, they sure as hell got it. Probably why my father was so successful. I guess in a way they were perfect for each other. 

"Is mom all right?" I was surprised  that that was the first thing out of my mouth. My dad didn't say a word, he just shook his head, and we walked to the luggage carrier in silence. 

The whole ride down to the hospital was silent, nobody spoke. We pulled into the parking spot closest to the door, and everything was completely quiet. I couldn't help but wonder what my dad was thinking about. We walked straight to my mom's hospital room, just walked in. Immediately I saw her, laying on the bed unconscious. She looked so old and frail, and she had old cuts and bruises all over her visible body, her hair was the same dark brown as it always has been, but that was the only familiar thing about the woman laying in front of me.  This was not the way I remembered my mom, this wasn't the way I wanted to remember her.

I walked over and sat on the chair next to her bed and I held her hand. "Mom..." I said, my voice coming out scratchy and quite. She just continued to lay there not moving, I would have thought that she was already dead if it wasn't for the heart monitor beside her. I stood up and touched her cheek with the palm of my hand. Why did my dad want me to come only to see my own mother die?

"I'll be right back," I said to my dad not once looking away from my mother's pale white face. "I promised Riley I'd call her as soon as I saw her, she's worried too." I didn't wait for an answer and I sped out of the room and went out the front doors. I needed air anyway, all the times I wished my mother dead, I never actually meant it. 

I dialed Riley's number and she answered almost immediately. "Hello? Ali? Is everything all right?" She asked her voice sounded alarmed and worried. 

"I'm not sure, my dad won't tell me much. I don't think she has much longer." My voice sounded much stronger than I felt.

"Oh my god Ali. I can't even imagine how this is for you..." Riley trailed off not knowing what to say, not that I could blame her. 

"It's all right, I'm all right. Tell the others if you want, I'm sure they want to know too. I gotta go now. I'll call you later." I didn't wait for an answer. I hung up the phone and went to sit on one of the benches outside of the front door. I sat alone for a while, but then a boy took a seat next to me. He had to be about my age, maybe older. 

"You don't look too sad for someone who's sitting outside of a hospital." He said looking straight ahead, I looked at him. He had brown hair, that reminded me of Elvis. His eyes were gray and still staring straight ahead. His build was bulky, he was strong I could tell. 

"Well," I let out a sigh, "That's ironic since my mother is inside dying as we speak." I played with my hands in my lap, this was strange for me, I don't usually get nervous.

He let out a chuckle. Which really took me by surprise, who laughs when you tell them your mother is dying? "Well, I'm here because my Aunt just had her baby." He turned to look and me and smiled, my face must have looked shocked. "Don't get me wrong, I know exactly what you're going through, I watched my mother take her last breath as she died of cancer." He placed his hand on my knee, and I let him. "I know exactly how you're feeling." 

I walked back up to the hospital room slowly, I went and sat in the chair next to my mother's bed. I held her hand and put my head down on the side of the bed. I'd wait here as long as it took, I told myself. I'll be here for her like she was never there for me. 

"Alison." A weak voice said my name. I looked up and my mom was looking down at me, it was strange, even though her body was frail, her blue eyes still shone brightly, just like they always have. "I'm sorry I was never the mother you deserved, Alison. I'm so proud of you, my girl, and I always will be." My dad came over and took my mother's other hand, she looked up at the roof and closed her eyes. "I love you both so much..." She exhaled her last breath, and then the heart monitor went dead. I stood up and gripped my mom's hand tight. 

"I forgive you, mom. I love you too..." 

The whole plane ride home all I could think about was my mom laying in that hospital bed, the way she looked, her body pale and weak. I couldn't get the sound of her last breath out of my head, nobody should ever have to watch their mother go through something like that. 'I'm so proud of you, my girl, and I always will be.' kept flowing through my head. Just then I realized something, not this whole time, did I shed one tear.