Ties (Book 1)

21. Three Weeks

For a week, I missed school and ate irregularly. For two weeks, I went from school straight to the hospital. For three weeks in total, I ignored what would have usually been important to me. I told Levi and Mike that I needed time to myself, which meant no interactions outside of school. They would send text messages and I would reply to the first few, but I would always end the conversation by putting my phone away.

Levi did not understand that I liked to deal with my pain alone. He constantly got angry because I would leave him out. Mike knew exactly what I needed and how I dealt. Everyday he would make me pass by his house to take a bowl of food. And everyday he said that my mom would wake up, but in the meanwhile, I had to eat. He would not ask me if I was okay; Mike knew I was not. He simply encouraged the hope that was fading away from my soul, and fed my hungry stomach. But Levi was being very bothersome, though I knew he was only doing it because he cared. I told Mike if he could talk to him, and he did. So now Levi was better about complaining and did not do it as much.

I researched where the CBT programs were available and signed up my father. Now, every week he went to the place and received the help he needed. We hardly spent any time together, which was perfectly fine with me. He was ashamed and regretted what he had done, but that did not change that my mom remained in a hospital bed day and night. I merely tolerated him. During the three weeks that had passed, not once did he see my mom in the hospital.

I, on the contrary, hardly spent any time away from my beautiful mother. I would go to school, then go home to shower. I would pack an outfit and go to the hospital. My mother's night nurse was a blessing in my life. She took pity on me and allowed me I spend the night, which was not permitted by the hospital. All she asked was that I stayed in the room through the whole night.

I would wake every morning, kiss my mom, and go to school. For three weeks that was my routine. I had even attempted to quit the cheer team, but my coach objected profoundly. I somewhat told her my situation and that I had neither time nor energy to continue. She made a deal with me; she would record the routines, give me a spot, and I only had to go to practice every Friday. The truth was that I did not want to do anything, but Mike forced me. He convinced me by saying that my mom would be unhappy if I quit, so I didn't.

Three weeks and no change in Mom. From that point forward, my future seemed bleak.

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