Revenge: hurt, beat and killed

chapter fifteen

Chapter Fifteen-

I sat in the fluffy hospital bed cuddling with Jeremy's arm. Everything felt so right with him. "Who! Lives in a pineapple under the sea!" the TV blasted as another episode of sponge bob began, I could feel Jeremy smile and shake slightly, laughing. Being with Jeremy, just made everything inside me feel warm and safe, I could feel Jeremy's gaze move to me as he carefully wrapped his arm around me, careful not to pull or tug any of the wires that were connected to my body. "Why do you care so much," I blurted to Jeremy, catching him off guard. "Oh," he blushed hard, "Because, just everything I do, feels so empty without you. We may have just met but I feel very..." he paused to think of a good word to use. I sucked in a breath and held it waiting for the words, "Very, strongly and protective about you," he said nervously, wiping the sweat off his hands and onto the fabric of his jeans. My heart threatened to leap out of my chest. I smiled and looked up at him, "I love you," he said, making my heart leap out of my chest and into his hands, I love you too I thought, I trust you.

Jeremy leaned in incredibly slow giving me time to back out. I stretched my back out and looked Jeremy straight in the eyes, his deep loveable brown eyes. His mouth hovering a centimetre from mine. He began to close his eyes and move in, at the same time I did. Our lips touched softly and lightly as he ran his fingers lightly up and down my back in little strokes, he shifted his weight to be closer to me. I blushed furiously as I clung onto him. My heart raced a million kilometres per hour and threatened to jump out of my chest again. My breath came fast, and in what felt like a second our kiss turned from a light soft, kiss to a deep and passionate one. Jeremy pulled me in closer so that our bodies created one line. We fit perfectly together. Everything felt so... right. How could it though, I just met him two days ago and I'm feeling like this? What's happened to me, I thought I would never fall for another boy again... but Jeremy's different. I wrapped my arm around his neck more and ran my fingers through his hair. Perfect, so perfect.

"And what are you two doing?" My dad asked, a slight glint of humour in his voice, but a huge bomb of shock. I pulled away quickly and gasped, catching my breath. Jeremy shifted over to the edge of the bed and pulled my legs off his lap, his chest heaving hard as if he ran a marathon. Why did my dad have to ruin the most spectacular moment in the history of moments! Argh!

I gave my dad a dirty look as he walked around the bottom of the bed to the other side where a wooden night stand was placed. He set down a vase of lilies and roses on the table surface. Roses and lilies made the oddest combination but they were both equally my favourite. The little vase of flowers gave the room it's only color. The room it's self is dull and boring. The curtains were white blinds that were closed to block off the strong shining sun. The sheets of the bed were light baby blue and white, along with the walls and the floor. The side table was wooden and so was the cabinet that when opened had a flat screen TV in it. My mom walked smoothly in, her face expressionless. Her eyes were red around the rim and puffy. Was she crying. She walked smoothly up to me and took my in her arms giving me a deadly bear hug. I could feel her chest heave up and down unevenly, ragged almost. Wetness fell onto my hair and slipped down my neck. "Was she crying? I instinctively wrapped my arms around her and let my eyes fill. "Mommy, what's wrong?" I asked worried. I haven't called her mommy since I was young. "Baby, they didn't tell you?" She asked as she pulled back looking at me, then sweeping her gray eyes over to Jeremy, "Did the doctor tell you?" she asked, I looked back Jeremy in time to see him slightly nod his head, standing up and walk towards the wall closest to the bed.

"Mom what's wrong," I asked again, tears fell down my cheeks dropping onto my bed sheets. "Sweetie, I don't think your ready," I cut her off, "Mom tell me NOW," I demanded, scrunching my eyebrows together. My mom sighed and took hold of my hands tightly, My father leaving the room upset. "You have Cancer." And the world ended.