Loving The Mafia

Seeking help isn't being weak - 9

Emerald's POV

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing - I have to walk five steps to get it.

Are you serious? That's a lot of steps to walk!

I get up and see the caller ID; it's Linda. Why is she calling?

I answer the phone and straightaway Linda is shouting.

"Please please, Emerald you've got to listen to me ok. Your dad his in the hospital." Linda says, sobbing; I can feel the fear over the phone. What's happened?

"Why what's going on. Linda... Calm down and tell me what's happened?" I ask, as I pace around the room with shaky legs.

"He got shot." She quietly says, "I don't know what exactly happened... I'll tell you more when you arrive at the hospital, be quick."

"Right, I'll be there soon." I say, and then I hang up.

My dad was shot?
What the hell is going on? I can't fucking believe that this shit is happening. It's crazy.

I brush my teeth quickly and wash my face, then I get changed. I just wear a plain black top, skinny jeans and my ankle boots.
I put my hair in a messy bun and then grab my phone, keys and my bag before running out of the house. I am so hungry but I don't have time to eat anything right now; I need to see if my dad is ok, he needs to be ok.
He may be a dickhead but he is still my dad and I love him.

I run to the hospital and when I get there my feet are in pain with blisters. Fantastic... Another problem I can add to my 'bucket of problems.'

"Hello. Yes which room is Jayson Bruce in?" I ask, I'm so scared and really anxious.

"Yes miss he has just come out of surgery. He should be awake." She says and I sigh, I'm getting impatient. Just tell me the room number... Fucking hell. "It's room seventeen, up those stairs." She says in finality and she points at the stairs.

"Thanks." I say and I walk up the stairs and knock on the room door.

"Come in." I hear Linda's fragile voice say.

I slowly open the door and see my dad laying on the bed. He looks so tired and weak. Linda gets up and gives me a hug, I hold her tight and then look at my dad; he is asleep but I wish he wasn't - I want him to say something.

Slowly my dad opens his eyes and I feel so glad that he is alright.

"Dad." I cry and he holds my hand.

"Hello dear." He says quietly and he looks like he is about to cry.

Linda kisses his cheeks and cries. "Don't cry Linda, I'm fine, everything is fine." My dad whispers. I mentally roll my eyes, everything is not fine.

"What happened dad?" I ask quietly, still holding onto his hand.

"It was nothing, seriously." He says in a defensive tone.

What the hell is he hiding?

"He just came back from the shops and he was hovering over in pain; he got shot. I don't know how, I didn't ask, I just called the ambulance." Linda interrupts.

"Dad?." I sigh, "Why didn't you call the ambulance straightaway?"

"It's not a big deal." He says in an annoyed tone.

"Not a big deal!? You could have died dad... I just lost mum, I can't lose you." I mutter and my dad just glares at me.

"I'm tired ok! I just got out of surgery and I have a damn headache and you're not making me feel better! Thanks for worrying but it doesn't help me in any way at all." He snaps.