All A Mystery
Chapter 11
My dad's voice was humming through the speaker on my phone as he asked where I was.
"Im on the bus, heading home." I informed him.
"How long till your home?" He wondered.
"10 minutes, why?"
"That fire house dinner is today, and need to talk to you about something before it." My dad answered.
"Alright, i'll talk to you soon." my voice told him.
We said our goodbyes, then hung up. Before I could shove my phone back into my bag, it rang again, except this time it was Sam. I pressed decline and shoved it back into my pocket as it continued to vibrate with him calling again.
...
I walked through the front door around noon, after I stopped for a coffees and bagel at the local coffee shop. My dad was in the kitchen making himself some grilled cheese sandwiches.
"Want some?" He asked holding up what looked to be burnt bread.
"No thanks. Im not a big fan of burnt bread." I laughed.
"My cooking might look bad, but thats nothing ketchup can't solve." He nudged my arm.
"Well, good thing I brought you a coffee to wash the bad taste out." I replied, setting the coffees down.
"The fire house banquet dinner is at 5, I need to be there at 4 to help set up." My dad started off a new conversation.
"Sounds good." I replied, feeding Kayla a piece of my bagel.
"You'll walk?" He asked next.
"Yeah, its not that bad of a walk, done it before." I smiled.
"In heels, you do need to wear a dress." My dad told me.
"I'll be fine, don't worry about me, I'm going to go take a shower and relax for a bit."
"Grace, wait." My dad stopped me, taking a sip from his coffee.
"I need to tell you something." His voice grew low and soft.
"What?" my voice sounded panicked.
"The hospital called. They want a decision by the end of the week. Friday. We have 4 days to decide if we are going to pull the plug or if they are." his face fell to look at his plate.
"They can't do that." I whispered closing my eyes to hold back the tears.
"They can. Your mother has been on it for a few months, they need a finally answer."
I nodded my head and walked out of the kitchen and into the shower upstairs. I blasted the hot water suddenly feeling cold to the bone, and sat down, hot water washing over me. My head fell to my hands that rested on my shaking knees.
How could they do this. I wasn't ready to say goodbye. I hadn't seen my mom at the hospital since two months ago. I made a promise to her, when I was little, that I wouldn't remember her being lifeless in a hospital, with a tube down her throat, and cords all over her body. It wasn't going to happen.
After the hot water stopped feeling good, I washed up and then stepped out of the shower, wrapping my big green towel around me, just as my phone rang. I dashed to my room and pressed talk without reading the Caller ID.
"Hello?" I said softly.
"Grace?" Sams voice echoed through.
"Yes." I answered.
There was a silence that filled both ends of the line, as I sat down on my bed, waiting for a reply from him.
Finally he spoke.
"I'm sorry. I just.. You didn't deserve that. What he did to you. It was uncalled for. He needed to see, to feel, how bad you felt. I just wanted him to understand that you are not to be touched like that."
"Sam," I sighed into the phone, "I can't do this right now." I whispered.
"Is everything okay?" His voice grew with concern, "I'll come over."
"No. I'm fine, just tired out. Things to do tonight with my dad." I answered trying to sound cheery.
"Alright. Please call me when you have time tonight." He almost begged.
"Maybe." I replied hanging up on him.
I slipped on a pair of sweats with a sweater and curled up into my bed, I grabbed my laptop and turned it on, but not long after, I dozed off for a few hours.
...
"Gracelyn!" A voice shouted.
My eyes darted open sa I saw my dad standing in my door way.
"Its 3:30. I'm gonna leave now. I'll see you in an hour." He said walking back down the stairs.
I crawled out of bed, my laptop against the wall, and quickly straightened then pinned my hair up out of my face. I slipped on my white dress and added some blue earrings and bracelets. I grabbed my blue clutch and ankle booties, tossing them down the stairs by the door.
My phone buzzed, Sam's name appearing on my phone. I pressed ignore and slid it into my purse heading downstairs.
I walked into the bathroom and applied some black mascara and eyeliner onto my eyes, with a beige lipstick. By the time I was done it was almost 4pm. I strolled into the living room and looked at the photos of my mom and dad with me as a baby. I can't believe the woman in the photo wasn't in the house anymore. It sucked not hearing her voice, or her singing while she cooked dinner. Just her presence of not being here, brought tears down my face.
I quickly wiped them away and fixed my make up as I slipped my shoes on and walked out the door.
Just as I reached the end of the driveway to walk down the street, a black car zoomed down the road, catching my attention. It pulled into my driveway and Sam emerged from it.
"Hi." He said smiling, placing his arms ontop of his car.
"Hi." I replied.
"You're looking beautiful, where you headed?" He winked.
"Dads fire hall banquet." I replied, my voice going quiet.
I know my mom would of wished to be there. She knew he'd win the award for most dedicated member, he just wouldnt believe her.
"Grace?" Sam said slowly.
"Yeah?" My voice cracked.
"Whats wrong?" He asked closing his door and headed towards me.
"Nothing, What do you need? I need to go." I spoke quickly.
"You didn't answer my calls." He told me.
"I know, I went to sleep."
"Oh."
I turned and headed down the street, not caring about what he was doing, just wanted tonight to be over with.
"Grace let me give you a ride." Sam called from behind me.
I turned around and faced him, ready to cave to the floor.
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