Fuck Love

7th Chapter

"Do you plan on sleeping the rest of your school break away?" Mom said as she dragged my bed covers away, exposing my body that I had managed to bury under the duvet and sheets. How had she even entered my room without making any sound? I was surprised though, when I slept I was practically dead. Every one in my family could second that.

Death......coma....Jacque.

Mom must have noticed the grimace on my face because she quickly climbed and joined me in bed, enveloping me in a cuddle. She stroked my face smoothly. On normal circumstances she knows I wouldn't want anybody's hands on my face, skincare is a mission and a half. But nothing felt normal lately. Not an ex stabbing himself stabbing himself due to your breakup like a scene straight from a telenovela. Not him being unresponsive on a hospital bed, or you feeling like shit but everyone being oblivious to the amount of guilt you carried.  

"He's going to be okay. You know that right?" I couldn't agree with that. We had no proof that that was true. Not even the doctors could give any good news as of yet. Instead I just snuggled even closer into my mother's body. Oh, how glad I was to have her with me in that present moment.

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A whole week had passed. Nine days, if we count the weekend of the party I would regret ever attending for the rest of my life. I am bad at Math but I had tried calculating and had come to the conclusion that more than 192 hours had elapsed since Jac had been in a coma. I had stopped going to the hospital on Friday, two days ago. There's only a certain number of "we're doing all we can" one can take from doctors. The only significant amount of change Jacque had shown all this time was moving his index and middle fingers on his right hand. To our dismay, we were told that such is normal with coma patients. And that it doesn't always necessarily mean there has been any progress.

I felt like hell. On one end I was abondoning Jac by not being by his side through all of this and on the other end every bit of strength I could summon from within was shred every time I saw his still body. I had no doubt his father was there with him though. I felt at ease discovering that Jac's words weren't true after all, his mother wasn't the parent only one that deeply cared for him. If he made it out of this I could bet a million dollars that this father and son duo would be a force to be reckoned with. If he made it....

"What's going on in that big head of yours?" My sister really confused herself with me sometimes. Sad, I tell you. I threw a cushion at her as she chuckled.

"Where's your knight in shinning armour?" I had not heard Kyrie or his brother's voice ever since I woke up and it was now mid-day. Speaking of the two devils, Kyrie walked into the living room holding a black plastic bag while I was pretty sure the person slamming the front door was Keith. Over the course of the week that boy had taken the phrase "make yourself at home" a little too far. 

After conforming to society's couple greeting formalities,kissing, Kyrie sat down next to my sister and revealed the contents of the plastic, placing them on the coffee table. 

"Day drinking?" On a sunday? In the afternoon? I think not.

"No better time than the present." Said Keith while plunging down into the sofa I was sitting on. Making my body wobble a bit due to his movements. I gave Briena a puzzled look. Mom and dad could walk in at any moment and I recall how my sister and I were phoneless for a whole school term one time when dad found out we had taken sips of his whiskey. SIPS PEOPLE!

He laughed so hard to the point where he fell of my bed. "Shut up before my dad hears you." I hissed at Jacque. Dad had been strict with his rules, and even though he was fond of Jac he still wouldn't allow my sister and I any visitors for the rest of the term.