Summer Before Her (Completed)

35- I have Something To tell You.

Kirsten's POV

"Are you gonna watch me eat like that?" I asked Novak, who was adorably watching me eat my past Alfredo, piece by piece.

"Umm-hmm" he hummed, Nodding his head, his eyes still fixated on me.

"Are you waiting for me to finish eating? Or are you bored?" I questioned, as I noticed his plate was now empty, his hands tapping impatiently on the table.

"I am waiting to eat you" he stated smugly, a smirk playing on his lips.

It took me ten seconds to realize what he had said and then like a blossoming flower, the tinge of pink and warmth travelled up my neck, spreading across my cheeks, leaving me with a pretty colour and an immense need to hide my face.

"What are you getting all embarrassed for? I bet you are tastier than that pasta" he continued, very well aware of the reaction he was having on me.

I pushed the pasta around with my fork, already having fulfilled my appetite.

"Are you thinking about eating that or being eaten?"

How do I tell him that I am thinking about how I have to go to the hospital for a verdict of my fate.

"Uhm... I am just full, lets get out of here" I respond.

"Yeah, lets, before you need a change of underwear" he responded with a wink.

My legs squirmed at his instigation and I squashed my thighs together as if keeping my legs closed would keep me from getting turned on.

We walked out of there, hand in hand. My body being a little too aware of his. The feeling of his fingers holding mine, I longed for them to touch me where I ached. Where I craved him.

And he did. And then some more. He made me squirm, he made me scream under his fingers, then his mouth.

He made me a slave to my own pleasure and a master of his.

**

"Nova.," I whispered, as we lay there between his sheets, our bodies tangled up beneath them. A sheen of sweat covering our skin as we caught our breaths from the action-packed act.

"Mmhm... Babe" he responded back in a throaty whisper.

"I have to go, my parents, they want me home" I explained.

He raised his head in response and hid lips began their ferocious assault trailing kisses from my collar bone down to my sopping wet core. A mixture of our passion.

"Do you still want to go?" he asked looking up as his hand held my thighs, keeping them open.

He tongue teased me, his fingers caressed me, never giving me what I wanted. After a few minutes of squirming, he got up and picked his discarded clothes off the floor, putting them on one by one.

I tried getting up and doing the same but he stopped me with "Stay! let me look at you"

I felt compelled to obey, everything else in my life was out of control and at that moment listening to him felt great.

He finished getting dressed, picked up his keys and sat at the foot of the bed.

"Get dressed Babe, you have to be home"

"Babe, huh?" I questioned, the word didn't settle nicely with me as my verdict was nearing.

"Do you prefer baby then? Perhaps Darling or love?" he responded nonchalantly.

**

"Kirsten, Where were you? Your appointment is in ten minutes, Why are you so careless about this?" My mother exclaimed, quite annoyed by me showing up late. The distant roar of Novak's motorcycle could be heard and I so wished that I was with him.

I stormed past my mother without dignifying her with a response. Stripped off clothes that stank of sex and unwilling put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

By the time I went down, mom was one foot out of the door and dad was giving last-minute tips to Michael's babysitter.

I couldn't help but imagine every worst-case scenario. What would I say to Nova? How is Michael going to cope with this? Is he going to have attachment and abandonment issues?
And worst of all, how soon am I going to die?

I spent most of the car ride zoned out as I stared at the city fleeting past me.
Is this how life had rushed past me and I hadn't realized?

Soon we were seated in a waiting room, the room stank of bleach. The nurse would come in and call out a name while ushering someone out, some faces were elated, others had been served their death sentence.

One by one, people were called in, served their verdict then sent to face their sentence. I wanted this to be over, but I was also terrified of what I would be left with.

Dad tapped my shoulder pulling me out of the reverie, "It's your name, let's go" he said.

Mr Myers, as young as ever was seated there with a weary expression, perhaps from the hundreds of verdicts he had to declare.

He greeted us calmly and then said "I am sorry, but your reports are consistent with that of Leukemia"

Leukaemia.
That horrid fate.

The next time I zoned in, Mr Myers was talking about a biopsy. He said my white blood cell count was characteristically elevated, he asked me of my fatigue and then with a sullen face he said:

"...If you don't have any more questions, lets prep for the biopsy. Its easy and quick, just a needle worth of tissue"

Oh.

Not that shit again.

The needle worth he was talking about was a needle that drilled into your hip bone and sucked out a sample of the bone marrow.

"What happens if I refuse the biopsy and the treatm-" I challenged him.

Only to be interrupted by my concerned parents who in unison said "Kirsteenn!!"

The doctor signalled my parents to wait and then he explained that if I refused, I barely had a month to live.
And then he went on to explain that I wasn't eighteen yet and my parents held the power of my medical attorney so all treatments and tests would be consented by them.

A month.
Is that all I wanted?

Nevertheless, I was poked and prodded by nurses and the doctor until they had collected their sample, leaving me in excruciating pain.

So much more pain was to come.

I hobbled off the table and out to my waiting parents whose every word I ignored. I didn't want to deal with them, not when they had taken my life decisions for me.

And Once again the city fizzled past me as did my life.

**

I spent the night tossing and turning in bed, partly from the pain of having a giant needle stuck in me and partly from the anticipation.

What if by some miracle the results said 'Hey Kirsten, it wasn't leukaemia, false alarm'

I watched the clock tick, willing it to run faster. The results would be out by seven. It was four minutes to seven.

The longest four minutes.

Despite my lack of energy from sleeplessness and the pain, I hobbled down the stairs with glee. Perhaps the last time I feel so optimistic about anything.

Dad was seated on the couch, his laptop lay open on the table as he held his face in his hands. Mom just silently starred away into space, her tea sat on the table, untouched.

Oh, the results were already out.

Realising my presence, Dad looked at me with a heartbroken face and said: "I am so sorry.."

That was my cue to meltdown. That was the end of all the stories in life that I waiting to live.

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End of Chapter 35

A/N: don't be mad at me, i promise i have better things planned.

Elle