I couldn’t stand to watch my mother deteriorate in front of my own eyes, but surely enough, I had to. I was becoming numb to the pain. By the end of the week, I knew there was no help for her. The doctors even told me there was nothing we could do for her.
“I’m very sorry to explain this to you,” the doctor said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “I think it would be best if you told this to your baby sister.”
I was furious with him. “She’s just a child! How can you explain death to a five year old?” I screamed.
He tried to lower my voice, motioning me to look at the surrounding rooms. I took notice, and I slowly calmed myself. He took a deep breath. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy trying to explain his answer to me. I was still in the denial phase over my mother. I was about to become a mother for two times. I would soon adopt my sister, then I would have my child.
“It’s a part of life, Miss. Fields. Juliet’s body cannot take much more of this. We could send her through more treatments, but they would only make things worse now. I hope you can understand this.” He tried to explain.
I heaved a heavy sigh, “I guess.” I looked at Kayla. Harry was playing with her. I looked back at the doctor. “I just don’t think I have the heart to tell her that mom is dying.”
“She’s going to figure out sooner or later, Miss. Fields.” He explained to me.
His statement made me feel an ache all over my body. I didn’t want to think about that. I didn’t want to think about mom being dead. It broke my heart. What made it worse was the person who had abandoned her in the first place wasn’t here. All she wanted was to see him.
James was the worst poor excuse of a man ever. Harry had tried to get a hold of him plenty of times, and the phone went straight to voicemail. I knew he was in England but would it have killed him to show up, even if it was for a few minutes to say goodbye? I could have left just so she could have a word with him.
At my very thought, I saw my phone light up in my hand. The caller I.D. read his dreadful name. I looked at my mom, and I realized I could just give the phone to her. So, I answered it with a hesitation flowing through my fingers.
“Hello?” I answered. There was a slight pause before that voice came through.
“Mitchie? Let’s talk.” He said.
I rolled my eyes. “There’s nothing to talk about, James.”
“Where are you?”
“What’s it to ya?”
“I just need to know. I’m in town for a little bit and-”
“You’re with that whore too, I bet,” I scoffed.
“No,” he said. “I’m with me, myself, and I.”
“Whatever,” I said as I rolled my eyes.
“Why aren’t you all home?” he asked.
“Well, if you could have answered Harry’s calls, we’re in the hospital.”
James waited a few moments before he answered. During that time, you could cut the tension with a knife. I had much hate and acid in my voice.
“…..Why?”
“Mom’s dying, you dick!” I yelled at him.
“I’ll be there soon,” He said.
“Don’t even bother, James. It’s too late.”
It was too late before I had even said bother. The phone line went dead and my screen showed back up. I shoved my phone back into my pocket and walked over to Harry. He sensed the anger, and he took me by my waist and went to the side.
“What’s going on?” He asked me.
“James is coming,” I moaned.
“That’s good, isn’t it?”
“Not when my mom’s ten minutes from her death!” I quietly exclaimed.
Harry sighed, and he took my hand. “Mitchie, you need to let all of this anger go.”
“Give me one good reason why I should!” I snapped.
He waited a moment, looked me dead in the eye, and said, “Your mother.”
I was silent as he went on, “ Mitchie, she doesn’t have much time left. You need to let the selfishness go, at least just for her while he visits. For all we know, that could be her dying wish.”
I folded my arms, and I looked up at him. “You won’t let this go until I do, will you?”
“No, I won’t,” he smirked.
I rolled my eyes, “I’ll do it for her, but that’s it.”
“Deal.”
“Once he goes, he’s never coming back. I don’t want him around Kayla. He’s a dick for leaving us anyway.”
He sighed. “I guess this is the best I can do.”