The Unwanted Phone Call
Days went, weeks, months passed, James and I got closer, Becky had a real boyfriend, my mum still working her butt out, my dad still never showed up. Work was getting better each day thanks to James, doctor Henderson kept calling but I made sure my mum didn’t get to talk with him. Me, I was never getting better. I got weaker by day, and I started losing weight. I knew I was dying, but I just couldn’t do anything. My mum kept asking if I was okay and I kept telling her the same old story. James also noticed I wasn’t okay but I convinced him I was. Not until one day, I couldn’t stop doctor Henderson from talking to my mum. She totally found out everything. I never knew doctor Henderson was this smart. He used another line to call so I didn’t even have a clue it was him
“Mum!” I yelled out to my mum.
“Your phone is ringing” I shouted.
My mum raced downstairs to pick up her phone.
Mrs Vega P O V.
I picked up the phone, it was an unknown number and heard a male voice.
“Hello who’s this?” I asked.
“Sorry am I talking to Mrs Vega?” the voice asked.
“Erm..yea..who are you?” I replied surprised.
“Doctor Henderson” doctor Henderson said.
“Oh…good day sir, pardon my rudeness, how are you doing?” I asked.
“Very well and you?” He replied.
“Very well too, how’s the clinic?” I asked.
“Oh..well, we pray to God every one gets better, I mean he’s the only great healer” he replied.
“That’s right, so how may I help you sir?” I asked.
“Err…I want to have a serious discussion with you, are you alone there?” He asked.
“My daughter’s here” I said.
“Away from Stacy please” he said almost immediately.
“Okay…let me just go upstairs” I said as I made my way up the stairs.
Stacy’s P O V
Before i knew it, i saw my mum going up the stairs, it was totally unlike her. She often receives calls while I’m there.
Seconds went and then minutes. Suddenly I heard a loud noise from her room.
“mum” I jerked up as I ran up the stairs.
“mum are you okay? ” I asked as i knocked on the door.
“mum” I said again. I got no reply so I decided to go into the room. I went in and saw a broken glass vase on the floor beside my mom
“Mum!” I yelled.
“You’re gonna hurt yourself” I shouted.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, so concerned.
She slowly lifted her heads and had this look of anger as she stood up.
I sited blood dripping from her finger and got vexed.
“See you’ve already cut yourself” shouted
“I’ve always told you to be careful, you stress yourself too much, now you’ve got a cut, who’s gonna take care of it?, me….again.. You always make me worry about you, just hold on and sit okay?…. I’ll go get the first aid kit”. I said as I dashed off downstairs to go get the kit and went back up.
” it’s gonna hurt a little, but no worries I’m here ” I said as I cleaned her wounds smiling.
“You know you can’t keep hurting you hands, there’s so precious and very pretty.. So no more cuts okay?” I said as I placed a plaster on the wound.
“There….it’s all done” I assured her..
“Please tell me its not true” my mum said.
“That?” I asked confused.
“Doctor Henderson said you’re sick” she said almost immediately.
“Sick?..” I said letting out a laugh
“Do I look sick mum” I asked feeling a little bit tensed
“Don’t plat dumb with me lady” she raised her voice
“leukemia, he said he told you about it and asked you to tell me” she added as she held my hand so tight.
“Tell me he’s lying…. Please” she said with tears in her eyes. I didn’t reply because I mean I didn’t have anything to say.
“Answer me!” She yelled.
I dropped my face to the ground and fell on my kneels as a tear dropped from my face.
“I’m sorry mom” I said with tears in my voice.
“Why didn’t you tell me” she said with her tone so desperate.
“A hundred thousand dollars…mum com’on” I said as a tear rolled down my face.
“At least you could have told me.. I’d look for where I could get the money from” she said. I could see her eyes filled with tears.
“And if you can’t mum?” I asked bluntly.
“I will….I promise I will” she said assuring me.
“Well mum I’ve made up my mind that I don’t want the treatment” I said.
“What!….no…you have to want that treatment” she said.
“I’ll get the money eh” she added.
“Mum” I uttered
“I’d get it” she said as she stood up an made her way down the stairs. She made tons of phone calls, pleading and hopefully hoping that people would lend her the money., but it was all in vein. I watched her as tears dropped from her face and I walked up to her to give her a hug.
“Mum just let it be” I said.
“No…no way..I can’t watch my only child, my life, my everything die just like that” she cried
“I will surly get that money” she kept assuring me.
“I promise” she added.
I’m sorry for the late update
I’d be updating soon.
Thanks once again.
[Until We Meet Again]