Five Feet Closer- Sequel to Five Feet Apart-

WILL

Stella fell asleep, so I made my way out. I said goodbye to her mom, who was busy with household chores. 

On the way back to my house, I decided to give Jason a call. 

"Hey, Will," Jason said, picking up. 

"Jas, guess what?" I coughed. 

"What is it, Bro?"

"I jinxed it. Shelby did stop by."

Jason laughed. "Seriously? What did that crazy girl want now?"

"She yelled a lot, then proceeded to slap me."

"Geez. Was Stella there?"

"Yeah," I crossed the street. "Stella came outside, all mad and told her off."

"Good. Shelby deserved it."

"Yeah. I have no idea why I dated her. Probably because she was hot and popular."

"Right, but that goes to show you that looks aren't everything."

I sighed. "No kidding."

"Alright man. I've got to go." Jason cleared his throat. "Hey, how about you and Stella go on a double date with Hope and I sometime?"

"I'm down. Just let me know when, and Stella and I will try to make it work."

"Sounds good, Bro. See ya!"

"Bye." I said, before hanging up. 

I put my phone away, and walked until I got to my front step. The door was wide open. I frowned. My mom never left the door open. Cautiously, I stepped inside. 

"Mom?" I called. 

"I told you!" Someone screamed. "Get the fuck out!"

It sounded like my mom. I darted to the kitchen, to find my mother throwing anything she could find, at my father. 

My father was covering his face with his hands, as my mom began pelting wine glasses at my dad. 

Glass was shattering everywhere, and I felt pieces pierce my skin. "STOP!"

"Will!" My mom froze. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

I ran to my dad, who had ducked under the bar. "Dad?!"

"Will..." My dad breathed. "Thank god..."

My dad stood up, and I stood between my parents. I put my arms out, preventing more stuff from being thrown. "Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?!"

My mom's fists clenched. "He came inside, looking for you. I told him no, and we ended up fighting."

"Why the hell would you throw stuff at him?" I raised my voice. "You know what? Forget it. You both need to calm down. And I need to pick out these glass shards in my face. So does Dad. So Mom, calm down."

Once I was sure World War 3 had died, I led my dad to the bathroom. I pulled out a med kit, and got out tweezers. I proceeded to pluck the tiny glass shards from my cheek and arm. "Shit..."

My dad did the same thing, and I poured rubbing alcohol on my cuts. I turned to my dad. "Why are you even here?"

"I came to see you," My dad sighed. "And to thank you. For what you did for me."

My heart ached. I wanted to know my dad more. To hang out. To spend time with him. But the bullet wounds in my heart were still healing. 

"Well," I looked away. "Your welcome, I guess."

My dad nodded. "Go see your mother."

I left. 

"Mom?" I called. 

"Will..." My mom was crying. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, Mom." I sat down next to her on the couch. 

"No, it isn't."

"Mom," I reassured her. "I swear, It's fine. Just please, don't...do that again."

My mom nodded. "I'm sorry, Will."

I pulled her in for a hug, wondering what would have happened if I wasn't born. My parents might be married and happy. They might have had a healthy kid. No burden, like me. No medical bills, no hospital runs. No fights. No problems. 

If I wasn't here.