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.
Comment.Fave.Follow<3
For the giggle monster Sophie (: <3
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wallenbee · 1 decade ago
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Hahahahahahaahhaha 'the giggle monster'
Also you should have a picture for in the shower ;D
Next chapter please.