A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter fifty

*timothys prospective*

Molly hadn't came back out of the bathroom in a while. I had broke out in a sweat and my hands where now clammy. Partially from that work in getting her back but mostly from shock.

'How did she know when to run? Should I go check on her? She looked like she was in so much pain yet her eyes told me she had been through it before.' I thought to myself the girl on the seat near me I believe her name was Dominique went to get up to see her. As soon as she left the girl diagonally from me pounded me with questions. The wild scene had woken her up.

The boy next to the girl was rubbing her back and the small child was looking around nervously while holding what I assumed was her moms hand. The boy that was with Dominique who's name I heard was kyler had his hands in his hair and his eyes closed. His fists kept clenching and unclenching. My heart raced and I'm sure I had gone pale. My eyes where locked with the floor now and my hands shook.

I heard a scream and my head shot up. Looking around I had figured out it had came from the bathroom. I shot up my mind immidiately going to grace (or Molly grace) I looked at the boy next to me and we made conact with our eyes. We seemed to have the same idea. I ran to the bathroom with him hot on my heels.

Once in there I saw Molly laying there out cold. Her frail body laid limp with her chest rising and falling slowly. Her head had fallen to the left where her eyes laid shut gently. For some reason this sight warmed my heart but crushed it at the same time. To know she just got treated this way. To know that she may of had been treated this way for a while. I just wanted to hold her and sooth her. Yet at the same time she looked so peaceful. Just laying there sleeping. Well she fainted so I assume that is sleeping. Before I realized what I was doing I had bent down and scooped her up in my arms. Her head laid on my shoulder with a small bruise forming on her cheek. Dominique patted her head and when she removed her hand blood was all over it. We checked her head and noticed it had been bleeding from being crushed on the pavement to many times. Her mouth had been busted open from being hit and bled a little. The small bust on the corner of her mouth lead to her soft lips. I could just imagine them on mine. Although we had just met her appearance had striked me as stunning. With her cut hair even so short she still pulled it off. She wore no make up which made her big green eyes pop out even more. Her lips she always seemed to bite even when she smiled. She gave off a cheery vibe and I enjoyed feeling happy again.

We walked out of the bathroom and told the nurse what happened. She nodded and wrote it down frantically. The nurse had her golden pulled up in a slick bun and wore purple scrubs with flowers on them. She hurried off down the hall and soon came back with a doctor. He smiled at us and when his eyes landed on the girl in my arms his face hit concern. He nodded and took her from my arms. I wanted to go with them but they ushered me back to the waiting room.

I sat back down in the uncomfortable green chairs. My heart beating and worry took over. Locking my eyes with the floor I thought about her. Her recent conversation with kyler had been about someone and her mother. I assumed the someone was special to her the way her eyes glasses over. I don't remember his name but I would probably assume it was her boyfriend.

He had said kidnapper and rapist. I now assumed that she had indeed been raped and kidnapped. For such a gentle girl she sure had been through a lot. Almost like me...

Someone broke the silence by clearing there throat. I looked up and saw a man I knew too well. A man dressed in all white with slicked back blonde hair. He held a clipboard close to his chest and as if signaling me with his eyes I got up and walked over to him. He nodded at me and shook my hand. His hand was smooth in my rough one.

"I'm sorry to say but you may want to spend the last moments with your mother. She had been doing poorly today. In and out of Sleeping. Ever since she had been taken off of kemo her heart and lungs have been failing every once in a while. The cancer has spread and I'm afraid this is her last night. Do you want me to call your father?" I debated this in my head. If I didn't then I would get it tonight. But if I did I'd have to see that ugly mug sooner. I shook my head no and would just send a extra prayer to god to watch over me. Tears stung my eyes as I knew my father would take her death out on me. My mom was the only one to save me and with her getting weaker it had gotten more painful and then now it could quite possibly be the death of me.

I slowly walked the lonely hallways. Heading back to the room. Scared to see my mom in the state she was in. It crushed my heart when I would see her like this.

Unfortunately I was there too soon. I slowly pushed he door open and saw my mom laying there. Her eyes closed. Yet she still looked beautiful. She had no hair from the kemo she had taken over the years and bags under her eyes. Her arms had bruises from all the times they had stuck her with a needle and her fingers laid limp. Yet in my mind she still looked like the beautiful mother I had grew up with. I still could see her with her long loose curled hair that reached mid back and those big grey eyes outlined in black lashes. And her perfect smile. Luckily I inherited all my features from her not my father.

I shuffled over to her and grabbed her sun kissed skin fingers. They responded almost immediately and wrapped around my big hands almost immediately. I smiled down on her tears filling my eyes. I choked them back though. I had to be strong, for her. Carefully I scooted a chair next to her bed side. Making sure not to break the connection our hands made.

"Hey mamma." Her chest rised and fell

"Just wanted to say I love you. You've always kept me strong. Always. And I'm here for you now. I hope your not in any pain. I hope you feel better and will feel better when your in a happy place. A better place then our old broken home. I hope you only look down on us when good memory's are happening." I raised her hand up and kissed it.

"I met this girl today. Yeah in the waiting room... She was stunning. She's nice to... Reminds me a lot of you. She would make a good mother except I think she has a boyfriend. I really like her." I smiled at the thought, a few tears rolled down my face.

"Mamma... I am scared to go home." I whispered. I noticed that she rubbed small circles on the backside of my thumb. I looked up and saw her grey eyes starring back at me. Tears where in them. I cleared my throat looked away and dried my eyes.

"Sorry mamma."

"Baby boy you can't be strong all the time." Her voice was raspy.

"But I need to be."

"Why are you scared to go home baby?"

"Hell hit me..." I looked away and sighed.

She knew it was the truth. "Then tell him not to."

"That will just get him more angry."

"Baby you need to tell someone, I'm not gonna be there anymore to stop it. I'm sorry I never stopped it fully. I should of and you know that I lov-" her eyes flutter closed she began to randomly shake. I tried to hold her down. I kept saying mamma but she wouldn't respond. Then she just stopped. The heart moniter went from beeping to nothing.

I sat there in shock. Looking at my mother. She just died before my eyes. I could do nothing. Tears spilt down my face. Sobs racked my body. I grabbed her hands and held then up to me. I kissed them repeatedly. I tried to do CPR I tried to wake her up but she just laid there limp. I sulked back into the chair sobbing.

"I love you too." I choked out. I stood up and planted a kiss on her cold forehead. Gave her hand one last squeeze and went to go get the doctor.