A Part of Something Special

Be Okay

"It's gonna be okay bud. We're gonna get through this. It's gonna be hard, but it'll okay. We'll push through it, that's what daddy would want," I said stroking his head. "He loved us, he still does, and we love him. You're gonna grow up and be just like him. I promise," I began to get queazy again. "Why does these keep happening?" I questioned, assuming it was probably just nerves. I went back into the bathroom and threw up again. All the sudden the phone rang again. I stood up slowly, from the bathroom floor and went to get the phone. I picked up and I knew who it was instantly, "Where the hell are you?" It was my boss. "You said you would come in hours ago." He was screaming and I was hardly listening. "Finn's dead," there was silence on the end of the phone. "Rachel, I didn't-" "No, it's fine. I just can't come in right now." "I know Rachel, but we're putting on the show in two months whether you like it or not." He explained, trying to sound a little understanding. "I know, I just have to figure out a few things, with-with Allen and stuff and I'll be back to work in now time. I'm practicing my lines and music here, so when I get in, I'll be 100% ready," I told him. "Okay, good. When do you think you can be in? The sooner the better," he asked. "I-I don't know. Can I call you tonight?" I said. "Because 9:00pm," he answered. "Yes sir," I said. I hung up and got back in bed with Allen. I started crying again. "Now mommy has to figure things out with work, too. But like I said, everything will be okay."