Pretty sure

He/Him

The day passed really quickly, I think that is because I got out of bed at 5pm and went to have lunch with Jake at KFC's.

I fell asleep again at 1am, and I wish I could sleep the whole night.

The weekend went fast and boring. Tomorrow, Monday, I have a test, so I go to bed early, but my phone rang when it was 3:30am.

My heart was running really fast, my mom only calls me in case of something extremely serious.

—Brad... your dad... we're at the hospital... he had a heart attack... the... the doctors don't know if he'll get better... he's dying, Brad— that's what my mom said.

My heart was running really fast, my mom only calls me in case of something extremely serious, and this was. What am I supposed to do? Do I have to take the next flight to England? I should. I don't have money enough to buy a ticket. Jake, he could lend me some and I'll pay him back. Why am I packing my things? I don't have money to go. Where's Richard? He's not on his bed. Is there any flight at this time of the night? What time is it? 3:37 am. Calm down, breathe. Call Jake.

—The number you're trying to reach isn't available.

Fuck. I don't have any other friend to ask a favor like that. Cristina. No. She probably has money. No, I won't ask her something like that, we have known each other for like two weeks. It's my dad.

My phone is beeping. It's calling.

—Yes? — she was obviously sleeping. —Brad? Are you ok?

—Yes... I mean, no. Sorry for bothering... Go back to sleep. I'm really sorry. —I can't

—Brad, what...— I hung up. But she called back immediately.

—Bellemore? Is everything ok? Are you ok? —She sounds worry.

—Yes, I'm sorry for calling you. Don't worry.

—Bradley, what's going on? If you don't tell me I'm going there...

—I'm okay. Sorry again. Bye.

—Bellemore, don't hang— I hanged up again.

I stood up in the same position until someone knocked the door. Jake.

—Cristina, I told you I'm okay.

—You're clearly not okay. You've been crying! What happened?

—It's my dad... He's at the hospital, he had a heart attack...—I said.

—I don't have a car, but Kate does, I'll call her. —she said as soon as she was taking her phone out of her pocket.

—Cristina... He's at England...

—Damn it! I forgot. Well, anyways, you have to go to the airport now, right?

—I can't afford a ticket right now Cris...

She stayed in silence for a few second and then she hugged me tightly.

—Grab your things, we're going to the airport now. —she said.