P.s I love you

Chapter 6: What are you doing?

*Mark's P.O.V*

I could see her eyes looking busily at my distressed face. This wasn't the ideal way I wanted to look in front of anybody but I couldn't keep the tears from falling.

My need for comfort over took me and without thinking I reached out for her and pulled her into a hug burying my head into her shoulder and her head in my chest, sending a huge amount of air to be pushed out of her lungs.

I began to cry more and as I did I felt her uniform slightly dampen. "It's not fair," I said trying so very hard to keep a clear voice, "none of it is."

"It's ok," I heard Kim's muffled voice say, "just tell me what happened, if you let it out everything will be fine."

"What happened?" I mumbled back.

Her words put me in a trance, and I remembered....

~{Flash Back}~

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Seeing his lifeless face as he laid unconscious on the hospital bed made my chest fall to pieces one by one. We never had much money, and now with dad in an ongoing coma there was no one to go to work and earn the money for us to survive.

I stood by the door watching my mum weep by his bed whilst clutching his big stubbed and scratched hands inside both of her own. The doctors told us that he suffered from a heart attack and that when he fainted he fell and hit his head giving him concussion.

I walked over to my mum and put my arms around her and began to cry. "It's been 2 months now mum what are we going to do?" She let go of my dad's hand and turned around to face me. Before she could open her mouth, we were interrupted by the loud sound of the door opening.

We turned around to see the nurse, she greeted us then bowed. "Mrs Shifan, you have a visitor," The nurse stepped to her side letting a dark broad figure step through the door way. "Hello Mrs Shifan, young Jinwu. I am very sorry to hear the bad news," The figure that was my dad's boss said to us as he bowed.

My mum and my dad's boss talked for a while then he said his goodbyes and left. I wasn't paying attention to their conversation, instead I just lay next to my dad and held his hand.

"Jinwu," I heard my mum say and quickly got up and turned to face her, "I know why your father is like this. He suffered from a heart attack after he was fired from his job. The shame and guilt of it must of been too much for his heart to handle. He couldn't tell us because he knew that we depended on him, perhaps I did, too much." Her voice cracked and she began to cry and howl.

Fired. How could he have been fired? Although labour had always been hard in Eastern China my dad was definitely never seen as the one to be fired. He would start early and work until dusk. He worked his finger to the bone for this man and yet he still fired him.

I screwed my fists up in anger and looked over to my mum who was walking towards me. "Jinwu," she spoke with a soft and comforting voice, "you can't stay here, we have no money, no food, it will be too hard for the two of us to keep living alone like this." I looked up at her, what was she saying? " You have always been such a good son and you have been doing so well in school. Jinwu, I can't let you live like this, your future is too bright and I won't let it drift away from someone as gifted as you."

"Mum!" I screamed at her through the stream of tears that poured down my face. "I'm sorry Jinwu but you will have to leave here. For these past 2 months I have been working very hard to earn enough to make this happen for you, you must go." She reached into her handbag and pulled out a passport, a plane ticket and an enrollment form with a confirmation stamp on it. She grabbed my hands and put the items in them. "You must go Jinwu, your future awaits my son, make me proud," she sobbed as she kissed my fore head and guided me out of the hospital and hailed a cab. I cried and hugged her for the last time. "Take him to the air port please," my mum told the cab driver as she handed him some money then gave me a small brief case.