Because of you

Chapter 1

Emma's pov

I was hanging around with a friend. We were just talking and listening to music outside. It was the first time after a long while I talked to her properly. We had a long and big fight a couple months ago, but luckely, everything is okay again.

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"Hello?" I said through the phone as I saw my stephmother called me.

"Emma, where are you?" she asked.

"Eum at the park with Alina, why?"

"Come to your brother his house," she said.

"Okay, I will be there in five," I said, getting worried.

"What happened?" Alina asked me.

"I have no idea, she said I have to go to my brother, please tell me nothing happened to him," I said, the last part more to myself than to her. I picked my bike and rode to my brothers.

My brother is 19 and already lives alone. He couldn't live with the rules my dad had. I have no idea why it was so difficult for him, they were strict, but it was not bad. No smoking, no weed, no eating in the room. He did it all, they had a lot of arguings and the moment he moved out, their relationship got better again.

I rang the bell and 5 seconds later my stephmom, Thalia, opened it. She let me go inside and I started getting nervous.

I walked into the livingroom and saw my dad and brother, Jack, sitting.

"Hey," I said carefully, afraid of what would happen.

Jack looked at me with red strained eyes and I know something was wrong. I sat beside him on a chair and my father started talking.

"You know it's not normal that we all sit here together," he began. I nodded, tears already filling my eyes as I saw my brother had cried.

"Your grandmom called Jack a couple days ago, it's about your mother. She is dying," my dad continued carefull.

"What?" I asked, fully started crying now. "Why?"

"Her addiction for alcohol took over her life," my father said.

I didn't know what to say. I'm losing my mom, more than I already had.

I live with my father and stephmother for a while now, I used to live a week with them and a week with my mom and stephdad, but it wasn't safe anymore. My mom was always drunk, my brother had to look after me. The only think that she had to do was stop drinking and showing that I meant something to her, than she would have me back. I guess I wasn't that important for her.

"We called the hospital, they don't think she will survive the end of the month," my dad continued.

I listened and nodded.

"We give you the choice to visit her in the hospital, but Emma, from what we've heard, we don't know if it's a good idea for you. We know you are sensitive and she changed a lot. She barely wheighs 40 kilo's. Your brother will go tomorrow," my dad said.

I looked at Jack. "I.. I don't know. I want to say goodbye, but I don't want to make this even worse for me, I'm afraid," I cried.

"We totally understand," my stephmom said.

"You can think about it untill tomorrow," my dad said. I nodded.

"We're going home, I think," my dad says and he looks at me and my stephmother.

"Can I to the park for a while, thinking," I asked them.

They nodded and hugged me, then I turned to my brother and hugged him as well.

I grabbed my bag and went outside to my favorite place. Listening to music, I thought it would help, but after 30 seconds I had to quit the song as I started crying uncontrollably.