Jeck

Chapter 10

When we finally made it home I spent over an hour in the shower, it felt so good to be really clean. It was hard at first to adjust to the home setting, I had trouble getting out of the hospital routine and back into the home routine.

It felt wrong to sleep in my bed without being checked on throughout the night, it was unsettling to be able to eat whenever I wanted; but the thing that bothered me the most was that I hadn't heard from Jeck.

I kept my phone on me at all times, I got a few calls from relatives and some advertisement calls. The more my phone rang the more discouraged I got, it had been three days and still nothing.

I had finally given up when, as I was about to fall asleep, my phone went off. I looked at the clock and my heart leaped, no one I knew would call me at eleven o'clock.

"Hello?" My heart thudded in my ears as I answered the phone, I felt the nerves all the way down to my toes, the anticipation of hearing Jeck's voice was almost too much.

"Mia?" His voice was soft through phone, I almost laughed as relief washed over me. I had felt unsettled since I got home and now I understood why: I needed Jeck.

"Jeck?" I heard his chuckle crackle through the phone.

"It's so good to hear your voice, I'm sorry I took so long to call I just didn't know when you would be home." I smiled as he spoke, I had trouble registering the words because I was so focused on his voice.

"It's alright, how is it being home?" I heard him sigh and could picture the distressed look on his face as he ran a hand over his head.

"Its," He paused and sighed again, "Different." It was quiet for a minute before he spoke again, "I miss you."

I felt my heart flutter like a million little butterflies were trying to escape from my chest, "I miss you too."

I could practically feel his smile through the phone, we talked for the rest of the night until almost four in the morning. He told me about how his mom was freaking out now that he was home, she was worried that his cancer would come back.

He asked me questions about my life and how I liked being home. If I closed my eyes I could almost imagine that we were back in my hospital room playing Truth. Almost.

When he finally said he couldn't stay awake any more we hung up. I sat for a moment staring at the phone, I wondered if he really felt all of the things he said he did or if he felt sorry for me. In my heart I knew the truth but my brain couldn't help but have it's doubts.

When I woke up the next morning there was light shining through the crack in my curtains, I had never been one to sleep in but I guess staying up until four in the morning makes you tired. I rolled out of bed and walked slowly down the stairs, my parents were sitting in the living room, my dad looked up for a second when I walked in but my mom kept her eyes cast down, acting as if she hadn't heard me come in.

I looked around the kitchen feeling like a stranger in my own home. After I had finished my bowl of cereal I felt myself waiting for someone to check my bowl to see how much I had eaten. It was strange trying to readapt to the house that had never really felt like a home to me.

No one spoke to me as I walked back up the stairs and got back in bed. There was a weight on my chest that I couldn't get rid of, it felt like someone was standing on my chest and refused to let me take deep breaths.

All of a sudden everything irritated me; I hated the light shining through the curtains, I hated that my parents weren't talking to me, I hated everything about my life. As I let the blood boil in my veins the weight on my chest lessened slightly so I let myself be angry, I let the hatred take over my whole body.

I laid in bed brooding until my phone lit up:

Good morning, it was so good talking to you last night:)

Jecks kind words cut through my angry exterior and suddenly I was crying as I typed a message back: It was good talking to you too:)

I read my message after I sent it and wished I could undo it, I had always been an awkward texter.

I rolled over to bury my face in the pillow and soon it was soaked in my tears, all of the feelings I had been keeping in were out and they weren't going back in.

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-Kelsee<3