"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲."
[MATURE]
After finally getting rid of her toxic boyfriend, Bethany Russo is ready to take control of her career in marketing. The only issue is that her favourite word is yes. Never one to disappoi...
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4:41am, New York
Grumpy: I hope she is okay. Take care of yourself.
His message sends warmth throughout my body as I yearn to be wrapped in his arms.It's crazy how much I miss him already, I feel like I am missing a body part. I feel like I have forgot to bring something with me.
My attention is adverted by us pulling into the hospital. I quickly pocket my phone and grab hold of my belongings inside the car. The driver hands me my suitcase once I'm out and I thank him quickly while placing a tip in his hand.
"Thanks miss, I hope everything goes well." He smiles. He is an older gentlemen who works a second job during the night to pay for his kids. He informed me once I had lost signal about how he and his family had moved from Mexico to escape the current drug war and to provide his children more options for a better future.
He was working 24/7 to provide them with that opportunity.
It broke my heart to hear about the difficulties that had to witness but his strength was inspiring and I made sure to take it with me into the hospital. He stayed on my mind as I waited in the lift and I reminded myself once more to say strong when I saw my father asleep on the floor in the corner of the waiting room.
Placing my things down I hesitate, unsure about waking him up. He needed some rest, but I also knew that wasn't comfortable and he would want to know that I was here, not just wake up to me next to him.
I lean down, my eyes watering from how tired he looks up close. I shake him gently calling his name, "Dad?"
He jolts standing up as he calls out my mom's name. "Dad, it's me."
His eyes blink as the focus on me and then I am quickly pulled into his chest, "Bethany." He breathes, his hands soothing down the back of my head. "My Bambi. God what are you doing here?"
"I had to come. I had to see you and mom." I pull back as I search his face, "How is she?"
His features drop as he shrugs, "No news."
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6:27am
My back clicks as I stretch in the chair. My head rings from the constant stimulation in the hospital. I would love to take my implant out right now but I didn't want to chance missing something important.
I was tired and antsy. I wanted news, answers, nothing that would soothe my mind.
"Did they say she would be back home for Christmas?" I whisper, my voice horse from the lack of talking from the last few hours.
