********DEVON'S POV******
I know I haven't been the easiest to deal with considering the drinking and the cheating even ignoring her calls on tour, but she didn't have to go out with whatever his face is to piss me off. Is just funny how she talks about this God and all he does is take from people.
Is been three days and Naomi keeps avoiding me and my calls. She isn't always "available" when I go to the hospital to see my mom and her, Julia hates my guts but loves my songs, cliche. Naomi is never home according to Julia but she has time for whatever his face is. She is trying to get to me and is freaking working. My mother's condition was getting worse and the alcohol was getting me off edge. I haven't seen Naomi in three days and it was draining the life out of me. Ryan is always complaining and I just want to be alone and think by myself but is just not working as planned. On top of all this bullshit, Daisy and her father are trying to scam me out of my earnings because Forbes won't shut up about the youngest male artist billionaire being me on their damn front page. So when I'm asked are you okay, my reply is I'm fantastic.
I took my precious time in that shower I couldn't hear my phone ring continuously. I picked it up to check who was blowing it off and it was Ryan, my mother's doctor and my father. I called the doctor first and it went to voicemail so I called my father instead.
"Devon, where are you, I have been trying to reach you......come to the hospital right now, is serious".
He dropped the call before I could ask questions and as I turned to get my dry out ironed clothes to put on I felt a sharp pain in my chest. An uneasy settling started to rest in my face and body and I could feel my heart racing quicker than usual.
I grabbed my keys and rushed to the elevator heading downstairs. I got to the hospital in twenty minutes counting the stupid traffic as a bother. I heard voices and fingers being pointed at me and girls giggling then I noticed I forgot to wear a disguise and without a bodyguard, I was on my own. That was the least of my problems right now. I took the stairs because the elevator was taking forever and it was just the third floor so, lucky me.
I noticed my father pacing outside with some doctors trying to talk to him. He saw me running towards him and he balled halfway to meet me. He hugged me for a minute which was something we don't do because he knows I hate long hugs, besides we haven't talked in a while so that felt too weird. The unsettling feeling wouldn't leave just like I expected and it was just getting worse.
"What's going on?", I asked after he pulled away to rub his forehead.
" They want to pull the plug on your mother", he said slowly like he was talking to a child. My heart sank and my legs got weak. I was starting to get angry.
"Why is that?. I mean I paid for the room and everything just to keep her there till she comes back so why......why would they..... even think is okay to do that?", i was panicking but my composure was still intact. I could hear my voice shaking and my father rubbing my shoulder.
"Calm down Devon. I don't know how to explain it clearly because I wasn't even listening to them. I can't keep listening so you can just talk to the doctor yourself. Maybe you will understand better", I nodded and walked over to the doctor who was standing in front of my mother's room with another doctor and a nurse. The other doctor looked familiar but I didn't have the patience to start remembering any hole I have entered before.
"Devon, is good to see you. Let's talk in my office", my mother's doctor smiled sadly directing me towards her office with her right hand. The other familiar doctor turned to look at me and oh she wished she didn't have to. It was Julia. She bit her lower lip and ignored my presence when I did the same.
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THE CHURCH GIRL
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