Crimson High (Completed)

Chapter Forty One

Hey, Bucket Family💞💞
So, I want to apologize because I mixed things up in the last chapter. I corrected it already but let me tell you what's up!
So, I did my researches and remembered or realized, I made a big mistake. Chantelle is suffering from Hepatitis B which by the way, is in the worst condition. (Check that out in the previous chap).

Few of these characters are non fictional and I don't want to make a mistake writing this story so please, I am sorry. Your Queen begs your forgiveness and once again, We Meuve😘💞💞

Secondly, I went through your comments and I was rolling in laughter. Thank you so much guys. Naija is just a vibe on it's own😖💞💞💞💞

Without much bucketing around, let's get down to the main deals.

*Fairly edited😣*

Picture of Chantelle above
💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

~°CHANTELLE'S POV°~

"Come again?" I say.

"No, no no. There's some sort of mistake somewhere. She.. Doesn't have hepatitis and definitely doesn't need a transplant. Check again!" Matthew says.

"We kept confirming this and I'm sorry, but that's what we found and the earlier it's addressed, the better," he says and sighs. "Have you had any of these symptoms before?" he asks, facing the computer to me and my eyes observe each line and I nod.

Slowly, I raise my head to speak up. "I've been having fever and.. I - " I break down in tears, having no idea what to do about the situation. I feel stranded. Alone. Dead already. Perhaps even buried. I don't know..

Just then, someone walks into the room and I turn, noticing Matthew's father. He has on, a lab coat and a stethoscope hung around his neck, his glasses making him look few years older but I still manage to recognize him and the strict aura he never fails to exude. He closes the door and Matthew stands, still in his angry demeanor and I can't place my mind on a single thought. The world seems too blurry to me. My mind is heavy, words light and actions, inexistent.

"Dad, we need an operation as soon as possible," Matthew says, looking his father in the eye and I notice the seriousness in his tone. I want to stop him, but I don't move.

"Um... Sure. Deposit the bill and we'll start right away," he replies and smiles, patting Matthew's back jokingly.

"You don't understand. It's urgent!" Matthew yells. "I don't have the damn money!"

"But you know exactly what you need to do in order to have the money you want. Ever since you denounced me your father, I dejected all extra responsibilities in order to discipline you! It's for your own stubborn good, Matthew!'

"Dad!" he yells.

"Take over this hospital or forget about it!" he rages almost immediately, making me jerk in surprise, and fear that I may cause a feud between them.

"And if she dies? Dad, have a heart. Please," he reduces his tone a bit.

"If you care about her as much as you rant, take the goddamn offer already and stop being so stubborn, Matthew!"

"You're impossible! Fuck off," Matthew snorts and grabs my arm in his grip, leading me out of the hospital immediately. I don't feel my body in me, nor my soul. I feel like an empty jerrican, tossed to the streets with no one to help. I feel lonely. Really lonely.

We both land in his car and violently, he hits his fists repeatedly against the steering, gritting his teeth in anger. "I hate that man, so much!" he curses. "He makes life so impossible! He should die!"