The Promise

Chapter 12 - Boys will be Boys

Chapter 12 - Boys will be Boys

“What do you mean I can’t go outside and watch them play?” I whinned at my mother who was telling me I couldn’t watch the game live.

“Jane, they’re playing kickball.” Mom amswered.

“So?” I cocked my brows up.

“What do you mean so?” she immitated me before she continued, “The ball might accidentally land on your leg. You can just watch the game from your window.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I stared at her blankly.

“I am not kidding you.” she retorted in a serious tone.

I groaned before I answered, “Fine.”

“Good. Anything you like me to give you before I leave?” she inquired before turning the knob.

“Um, just please grab my computer mom?”

“Sure, honey.” she took my computer from my study table before which was placed right next to the balcony and then handled it to me. I muttered a thank you and my mom smiled. “Rest afterwards okay?”

“Okay.” she smiled and then left.

It has been two days since the accident, and my mom is taking really good care of me. She keeps on checking up on me, which is starting to annoy me. Well, everyone is taking good care of me even the Andersons. They felt really bad of what happened and I keep on convincing them that it wasn’t their fault nor their son’s it was fully mine. But they still insist since Nick was involved. I couldn’t do anything about it, they wanted to help so I let them do whatever floats their boat.

I did nothing the entire two days except trying to enjoy this kind of luxary I’m having right now. Not that I hated all of these attention stuff and it’s irritating how they react on my broken leg. Seriously, it’s just a broken leg. It’s not like I was diagnosed to be dying or anything but I haven’t got this kind of accident since last year. It was another horrid mistake of mine and I really scared the hell out of my parents.

Aside from trying to enjoy this kind of lazy feeling, I couldn’t help but feel jealous at everyone who walks perfectly fine. Everyone was playing at our front yard some kickball which happens to be my favorite lead-up game. I grabbed my crutches and slowly flapping my way to the window. I’m still having a hard time using these. I stood there feeling like a lonely jelly bean. They’re all enjoying their afternoon.

My dad, Francis, the twins: Bella and Stella, Xavier and Uncle Chad were on one team; Uncle Ben, Roy (Nick’s dad), Allie, Kae, Sam (another cousin of mine) and then Nick on the other.

It was Nick’s turn to kick, I saw him look up, I immediately took a step backward which almost made me trip back but I managed to balance myself with these stupid crutches. And God knows how many awful weeks I would be in this thing.

Dad pitched the ball, Nick hit it far enough for him to homerun. That lucky prick. I smiled when it was already their final game and Nick’s team won.

I was surprised how they all gather together with the Andersons and some of my relatives and play kickball, just because of my stupid leg. “I wish I could play too.” Gee, now I sounded like a freaking kid. Sighing heavily, I flapped back to my bed and collapsed there.

I made my mind drift anywhere. I haven’t seen Dylan when he texted me he’ll come see me. I was disappointed because he somehow didn’t even communicate with me. I miss talking to him; I miss ruffling his blond hair; I miss drawing on his face when he falls asleep on our couch when we watch chick flick movies; I miss his sense of not so good humour; in fact, I miss him totally. I wonder what’s making him not see me?