Life With Guys

Chapter 1: Being Taken Care Of

I fluttered my eyes open to a bright light and looked around. I was in a hospital room. How I could tell? The plain boring white of it all. I slowly turned my head to the right and saw a very familiar women with blonde hair sitting beside me and holding my hand with her eyes closed. Who is she? Studying her carefully I realized that she was my godmother, or Auntie Mel is what I used to call her anyway. She was my mom's best friend and they were super close.

Melinda and her family used to live very close to mine, but moved away 5 or 6 years ago because of her work and I haven't seen them since. But the question is, what is she doing here?

I lightly squeezed her hand, as I could feel that all my energy was still drained. Her blue eyes shot opened and as soon as they met mine, had lit up with joy.

"Odette! Thank God you're okay!" Mel said hugging me.

I coughed a bit "Thanks Auntie Mel, but what happened?" She immediately pulled back at the sound of me coughing mumbling a sorry, then she looked at me with a very sad smile with tears in her eyes.

"What?" I asked her.

She took a noticeably deep breath and said "You got into a car crash,"

Suddenly, flash backs of that night came rushing into my head and I winced. Remembering that my parents were also in the car I quickly asked "Where are my parents? Are they okay?" Tears formed in her eyes again as she slowly whispered "Odi, they died."

My eyes immediately filled up with tears as I let them silently fall down my face. Auntie Mel pulled me into her embrace and we just sat there silently crying for a few minutes.

"How did I survive?" I mumbled into her shoulder after I was sure that I could speak again.

Auntie Mel rubbed my back as she said "They told me that your seatbelt was locked and held you in place as the car flipped over multiple times. The only injury you had was a small concussion from hitting your head against the window."

"My mom and dad?" I breathed out.

"They wouldn't tell me the details of that one...simply just that your father's skull cracked from the impact of hitting the steering wheel and your mother-" her voice cracked but she took a deep breath and said "snapped her neck from the force." Then she couldn't hold it in anymore and cried her eyes out and it was my turn to comfort her.

I was a strange girl. I hardly ever cried because I understood most things. I was caring and understanding, at least that's what my mother said. I understood why my parents died and I can rest now that I know. But most people weren't like me, and I understood that too. I gently rubbed my hand up and down Melinda's back trying to soothe her.

She quietly laughed a bit "Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

I laughed too and said "You know me," then I gasped remembering something. "Where's my brother?" My brother was only 3 years old and was at our house with the babysitter the night of the crash.

Melinda seemed pretty okay by now and sat up with a small smile. "Little Oliver? I took him into my custody a few days ago and he's at our house now."

"A few days ago?" I asked her confused.

"You were out for five days sweetie...and Ronny and I are your legal guardians now!"

"Really? That's good, I wouldn't want to be put into the system separated by him. Its good to see you again too Auntie Mel.," I told her with a genuine smile relieved that my brother was in safe hands.

"I know sweetie! You've grown so much since I've last seen you, what 5 or 6 years ago? How old are you now?" She said regaining the perkiness I was familiar with.