Holding Onto You

Ch. 11

Demi's pov

After a week, Maya's being discharged. I'm a bit nervous to bring her home, but I know we cant keep her in the hospital forever. It's up to Wilmer and I to make sure she takes the antibiotics, cleans the area, and stays close to no movement.

"I'll follow behind you with Bailey." Ava says.

"Alright, be careful please." I say.

"Mom, I've had my license for a year you know."

"And I'm never going to not be worried. I'm not worried about your driving, it's other peoples and objects in the road." I say.

She nods giving me a hug and walking out of the room with Bailey. I look at the nurses helping Maya into a wheelchair and once she's in it, I walk out with Wilmer who's holding Bella. It's a quiet walk to the car and once they help Maya get into it, Wilmer gets Bella into her car seat as I start the car. Once everyone's seatbelt is on, I leave the parking garage and see Ava behind me once we get to the place you've got to put the wooden chip and pay.

"We are going home sissy." Bella says.

"Mhm." Maya replies not too enthusiastically.

I look at her in the rearview mirror and see her just staring out window not giving much emotion what so ever.

"How are you feeling Maya? You're not in too much pain are you?" Wilmer asks.

"It's whatever."

I put my card into the machine and watch the arm go up before i drive forward and hand Wilmer my card to put into my wallet as I drive forward. Wilmer looks back at Maya not at all ok with the answer she's provided us with.

"That isn't what I asked Maya." He says.

"Well, it's what I said."

"Maya, we're just worried-"

"Well has it dawned on you that maybe I'm tired of it? You gave not a flying fuck about what was going on in my life before this happened. You payed close to no attention to what I was doing and honestly I'd appreciate it if you'd go back to not caring. Because I honestly am really getting tired of it." She snaps.

"That isn't even the slightest true Maya. We have always cared and payed attention to what-"

"No you haven't! You don't know a thing about me anymore! You think you do, but you don't! You don't! Because you do not pay attention or care to listen! It's ALWAYS 'I'm busy right now Maya, can we talk later' then you not come back to my room to talk when you finished whatever is so unimportant in comparison to what I was coming to you about! I'd wait for you to, and you'd just completely forget because you weren't even paying enough attention to care to remember! It's ALWAYS 'I'm really stressed out right now, but what do you want right this very second' as if I'm burdening you with the though of me even needing to talk, so I ALWAYS back out because I CAN'T TALK TO YOU! Ava and I both stopped coming to you both, have you really not realized that?! Oh wait of course you haven't why on earth would you?! You both stopped paying attention to us ages ago! Of course you wouldn't notice!"

"I'm sorry we've made you feel like we don't care, but Maya, you're our daughter. We always are going to care about you and love you." I say.

She lets out a sarcastic laugh, "You don't care and that's pretty obvious with how little communication ever happens between the three of us. But whatever you want to say to make yourself feel better."

"Mommy you make sissy cry a lot. Papá you do too." Bella says quietly.

I know Wilmer and I could use a better schedule. Bella and the twin boys take a lot of our attention away from Maya, Ava, and Emilio. With work added on top of that, it's been rough. I thought we were handling things well, but it's clear with how Maya feels, that we haven't. She's just been holding in how she feels for a while now and done her best to pretend like everything is ok.