Finding Me (A Joe Sugg / ThatcherJoe Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty

My daily intake was eight to ten bottles of water a day at sixteen ounces a piece, which is 128-160 ounces of water a day. That much water could fill up a small swimming pool in about two weeks. Prepping to go to radiation has definitely been challenging and hard, but in the end I know it will be worth it. Joe, Caspar, and Layla have been monitoring my eating habits for weeks now because I was having my treatment today. Dr. Clifford told me that the first radiation was the hardest and many people even get sick afterwards. I prayed, crossed my fingers, knocked on wood, etc. that I would not get sick- or at least too sick. Of course the constant nurturing of my roommates and sister made me feel very uncomfortable because as time went on waiting for me to go to the hospital, there went time for my sister to return home to America to go back to high school. Caspar is going to be heartbroken to find out that soon, and now of all times, she would be returning back home while her sick sister stays here to get treatments. In all honesty, questions loomed in my head about my mother. The last time I had spoken to her was over the phone when I gave her the news- I wonder how she is doing. Better yet, why wouldn't she try to contact me? She was over in America and I was here in England, why didn't she attempt to visit me during my sickness? Because I was like dad. In no way, shape, or form did I want to take my mothers memories of my father and twist them into some psychotic nightmare for her; it wasn't fair.

As I was getting ready for the day, sweatpants and another bottle of water, Joe barged into the bathroom with urgent news for me. Not wanting to be bothered, and thinking this news was not so "urgent", I yelled at him for coming into the bathroom unannounced.

"It's about your mother," he said in the next heartbeat. I dropped what I was doing and ran out of the bathroom to find Layla on the floor crying by the phone and Caspar comforting her. Shit. I ran over to her and I touched her lightly, but her violent sobs were no match for my light touch. She kept grasping for something- the phone maybe? I picked up the phone that was lying on the table.

"Hello?" I asked into the receiver.

"Hello, is this Marilyn daughter of Cordelia and Heath Stewart?" the man asked. I was taken aback because nobody addressed my parents by their full names. My mothers nickname was Cord. which was just easy to say and remember, and everyone called my dad "Dad".

"This is she," I said nervously into the phone. My sister continued sobbing tremendously and Caspar was still leaning over her weak body telling her to quiet down.

"Hello, this is Edward Fry from the Child Protective Services," he said. I immediately thought somebody must have called them because I was not home, or neither was Layla, but she obviously approved of it before sending Layla here... So what was the big deal? "I am afraid to inform you that your mother, Cordelia Stewart, has passed away this morning."

What.

No.

No no no no no. This cannot be possible. This cannot be happening right now. I need her.

Mom.

"No," I said into the phone. I brought my hand up to my eyes and brushed the tears away as I said this.

"I am terribly sorry, this is definitely not news worth sharing over the phone, but I see that you moved to England. Now I would like to discuss matters about your sister Layla..." what a sick bastard. Telling me one minute that my mother died while knowing that my father passed also, but well enough to do business. I took a deep breath knowing that at any minute I could snap on this guy.

"What about?" I asked nervously again. Since I knew where he was employed and knowing now that both of my parents have died, I know exactly where he was getting at.