Chapter 27-Was it Worth it?

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"Blake! Blake wait!" I screeched chasing after him. Right after he got that phone call he just sprinted off. I knew he was going to the hospital to see his dad but I have never seen him like this before.

"No, I have to go I have to get there!"

"Blake!" I shouted grabbing his arm and spinning him towards me. "I know this is hard for you but you have to calm down."

"No, I have to get there!"

"Blake take a deep breathe we will get there and see your dad. He is going to be okay. Everything will be okay."

"Annabelle I don't think you understand."

"Annabelle? What don't I understand? What is so complicated that for the first time ever you have to call me by my actual name? What aren't you telling me?"

Blake sighed, "nothing I will tell you when we get to the hospital."

"Okay," I sighed giving Blake a hug before we hurried our way to the hospital.

"How may I help you?" A nurse with red hair asked.

"I am looking for George Richards," Blake said hastily.

"I'm sorry but he is not allowed visitors at this time, you may sit if you like." The lady gestured to the row of chairs.

"Thank you," I replied bringing Blake to the chairs. We sat down and he was very stiff he didn't even seem upset he seemed angry and I didn't know why. If I found out that my father was in the hostpital I would be filled with tears, but then again Blake has never been the type of person to cry. He was usually the anchor.

"Blake?" I said softly bringing him out of his daze. "I understand this must be hard for you. Are you okay? Well, I guess that was a stupid question obviously you're not okay I mean with your dad in the hospital it must be really hard-"

"Belle, I love you but you can't understand." Blake sighed as he ruffled his hands through his brown shaggy hair.

"What is so hard for me to understand? Blake I want to help you."

"Well you can't!"

I was taken by surprise at this comment and I released my hand from Blake's and put it in my lap. I stayed in my seat now just facing straight.

"I'm sorry," were the only words I could find myself to say. It was silent for a while and the curiosity was killing me. I hate not understanding and I hate not being able to fully know what is wrong.

"Belle, I shouldn't have snapped at you, you didn't do anything wrong. It's my dad who I'm mad at, and for all I care he could die in there. I just wanted to be the one to see it."

"Blake, don't say that!" I turned back around and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know your father loved you, even if he didn't like me. What on earth would make you say such a horrible thing?"

"It's nothing-" Blake trailed off,

"Blake I know you better than that. Stop keeping secrets and tell me the truth!"

"Okay! You want to know why I am so pissed off at my dad? Fine! It's because of the fight we had after you left! He said terrible things about you and he doesn't even know you! He gave me an untimatum and I...I...I don't know what to do."

"What did he say?"

Blake just dropped his head and fiddled his thumbs.

"Blake, what did he say?"

"He said that I can either break up with you or leave A Cappella Academy. He said that if I dated someone like you then I wasn't his son. He said that my entire future will be decided with this one decision but I guess it doesn't matter now."

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