Catch Me

Ch. 30

Coraly's pov

The time spent with Zoey was truly amazing and dropping her off definitely has left me a bit bummed.

"You'll see her soon, don't get so down." Demi says.

"I know, I just had a lot of fun and now I'm sad."

"Crazy how that works isn't it?" She asks.

"What part?" I ask.

"How one person can cheer you up so much and make you forget about everything. Then when they leave you realize how much they can do for you without even trying." She says.

I look at her confused, "Who have you that lesson?"

"I've had a few boyfriends you know."

"I think it's been more than a few."

She playfully slaps me arm, "I'm just saying."

"Ok maybe it's been more than a few, but either way I've had one or a few give me that lesson." She says.

"So why aren't you dating?" I ask.

"I have you to take care of and my focus and priority is you right now. If I'm distracted by a guy then it's easy to miss all the warning signs somethings wrong with you. I don't want to see you ever do what you've done again. I won't let my time be anywhere else than with you because my focus is on you and I will notice when something isn't right." She says.

"You shouldn't worry about me that much. I'm fine now and I'll talk to you when I'm not. I do trust you now you know." I say.

"I'm not taking the chance."

I guess that's understandable. I mean at least someone cares about me enough to go this far. Dianna and Eddie sure didn't.

"Thanks I guess, at least I have someone to keep me in line." I say.

"I care about you and I don't want to have to see you die before me. You shouldn't." She says.

"I know."

She keeps her focus on the road ahead and I look out the window, "Is it weird to wonder about someone who doesn't care about you?" I ask.

"No, it means you still care about them. Who are you wondering about?" She asks.

"Too much of an awkward topic for you." I say.

"One is my ex's?" She asks confused.

"No, but it kind of puts you in the middle of two people." I say.

"You can talk to me." She says.

"My birth parents."

She chokes on her water before setting the bottle back down and wiping the liquid from her chest. It's safe to say she definitely wasn't expecting that answer.

I stare at her waiting for a response, "Ok, what do you ever wonder?" She asks.

"Who do I look more like my mom or dad? Why did they give me up? Where do they live now? Are they still together? Do they have other kids together that they kept? Are they married to other people and have kids with those other people? Do they know where I live now? Do they follow me to see what I'm up to? Do they think about me ever? Do they remember my birthday? Do they do anything special on my birthday even though I'm not there? Do they get sad thinking about me? Do they ever regret their decision? Stuff like that and much more." I say.

"Your mom lives in Los Angeles. You definitely look a lot like her. Your mom knows where you live now. You have run into her once. That's all I know." Demi says.

"Where did I run into her at? Was I old enough to remember?" I ask.

"You have to keep this between us, I have not told mom." She warns.

"Ok, tell me!"

"In the hospital, your toning nurse. Do you remember her?" Demi asks.

"Yes." I say.

"That was your birth mom. You were in a coma when they transported you. She read your file in advance and the second she saw you she broke down. She asked someone else to be your doctor because she was your mom and she couldn't do it. I'm not sure what changed her mind, but she got herself together and did her job." I say.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask.

How could she keep something this important from me?

"Mom and dad were in the room. I didn't want them to know in case they decided to get you another doctor. I wanted you to be able to see her as long as you could. I wasn't sure how you'd react and I didn't want you to screw that up for yourself by asking her a million questions in front of mom and dad. I planned to tell you, but it never felt like the right time." She says.

"Did you talk to her?" I ask.

She shakes her head, "She didn't know I overheard her and I didn't want her to panic and choose to not be your doctor if I confronted her."

"Did you hear her talk about me to the other doctors?" I ask.

"She kept it professional." Demi says.

So that's a no isn't it?

"She didn't have a ring, so she's not married?" I ask.

"That or maybe she doesn't want to wear it to work. I know your parents were teen parents with how young she is. Most of the time it doesn't work out." Demi says.

"Why not?" I ask.

"The amount of stress a baby causes definitely makes it harder than it already is. Most teenagers don't really think and choose someone who actually is right for them. They go for someone with a cute face and say yes to the first person who asks them out usually. They are usually just too excited to jump into a relationship. I think one of them wanted what was best for you and knew that then raising you wasn't going to be what was best for you. Seeing how much your mom was hurting when she saw you in a coma and how hard it was for her to look you in her eyes, I think the decision was hers. She wanted to see you happy and considering the state you were in, she knew you were in pain and that was hard. I can tell she cares a lot about you, there's no doubting that. I don't think she just gave you up because she didn't want you. I think she gave you up to protect you and give you a better life than what she's have been able to give you." She says.

"So if she had me now she would've kept me?" I ask.

"I believe now that she's financially stable and more mature she would." Demi says.

"Oh."

"But you know I love you and you're always going to have me to come to and turn to don't you?" She asks.

"Yes." I say.

"Once you turn 18, I'll help you get in touch with her because I know there's nothing you want more than that. I can't imagine how hard it is to have so many questions and not have answers to them. Or how hard it is to live and feel like you're less important just because you're not related by blood." She says.

"Thanks Demi." I say sincerely.

"Of course." She says.

There's a few moments of silence before she speaks up again, "And I'm not saying you and Zoey won't last by the way."

I giggle, "I know you aren't."

"Ok, I just wanted to make that clear." She says.

It's crazy how one person gives you're life so much meaning and gives you a reason to breathe and live. Zoey and Demi are really the only reason I want to breathe and live. I feel like no matter how hard my days ahead will be, I will always remember them and use them as my reason to keep going. I don't want to cause either of them pain.

Life is a crazy thing but I feel like I'll be ok. I feel as if everything will be ok. I've learned a lot these past months and I can for sure say I won't give up. Not now, not later. I feel happiness, I know it exists for me. Everything will be ok.