I never did like hospitals. They were cold and smelled of death and sickness and gave me the creeps. I folded my arms trying to stay warm from the cold air as I stood outside Justin's room and watched him talk to his mom through the glass. I stared sadly as I felt an emptiness in my heart that I had never felt before. I was only fourteen and to feel this kind of emotion this young was strange. At fourteen, I shouldn't even know what it was like to love somebody this much. I loved him so much it hurt. And when he hurt I hurt. I wanted to save him from the pain because I honestly felt it deep down in my chest as if someone was stabbing me over and over again. As I stared at Justin talking quietly to his mom, holding her hand and smiling at her gently, I knew that Justin would be left with scars that would never go away.
I heard footsteps come up behind me, but I didn't turn around. The footsteps were familer and I knew it was my father. He stopped behind me with his hands in his pockets and sighed as he watched what I was watching.
"Is he going to tell her?" He asked.
I slowly shook my head without turning around or taking my eyes off Justin. "No. Said he can't."
"What?" My dad said shocked. "He's got too. What? He's just going to let him do it to him again."
I shrugged. "I don't know dad. He has his reasons."
"Oh he has his reasons. Well that's great. Maybe next time it happens he won't be so lucky huh? Maybe next time it happens he will actually kill him."
I turned to face my father as anger began to bottle up within me. "Don't say that dad. Justin has his reasons behind what he's doing. I am not going to judge him and I won't go against him."
"Jaymie, this is his life we are talking about. A matter of life and death."
I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Weren't you just the one an hour ago who told me I was doing the right thing by being a friend."
"Yes. But that was before all this got really serious. Now the guy wants to kill him. I think it's a different story now."
"Not to him dad." My expression was serious. I wanted him to know I wasn't playing games. "Just stay out of it dad it's his business."
"Well I am sorry I am not. I am going to tell he when she comes out." "Dad don't." I said. I began to panic and my voice began to shake as I started to cry. "Don't do this to Justin."
"I am helping Justin. He could have died tonight Jaymie. Do you see how serious this is?"
"But he didn't. Justin said she won't care. There is no point. You don't know anything about it dad. Stay out of it."
"I am telling her. End of discussion. Justin will thank me when he is older." I knew there was no arguing with my dad so I didn't bother trying to fight him. I just shook my head and made sure he knew I was angry. I turned around and didn't even look at him, and I didn't plan on it for a while. I didn't understand how he could go against me like that way. How he could go against what Justin wanted. It complete made me livid that he never listened to me either.
Just than Justin's mom Pattie came out of the hospital room wiping her eyes and by surprise but her arms around my dad and hugged him. "Thank you so much for saving my sons life." She said with great appreciation. My dad hugged her back and gently and looked at me as he did. I looked away with my arms tightly folded against my chest.
"It's no problem. He's become like a son to me." My dad said as he slowly let go of her.
She nodded. "I know. He says that all the time." Than she looked at me. "And he never stops talking about you."
