Let Me Help You

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I jogged back to my car and drove off before I could exchange any more words with him. I tried to focus on the road while still thinking nervously about him. I gripped my hands around the steering wheel tightly and breathed heavily. Man he was gorgeous. I just met him a few seconds ago and I already couldn't stop thinking about him. Those gorgeous aqua blue eyes, that beautiful hazelnut brown hair, the sound of his voice. He made my mind go wild with thoughts about him and actually being with him. All of these thoughts were just setting me up for failure. It's not like he's this crazy about me too. No guy ever looks at me the same after Mark. At a red light I laid my head down on the steering wheel wanting to scream out of pure frustration but I got distracted by my phone blaring out my usual ringtone. It was a private number but I picked it up anyways. "Um... Hello?" I spoke quietly into the phone, they probably couldn't even hear me. 

"Hi Dylan, its Becky, your mom's nurse? Remember me?"

"Oh yeah of course hi. Everything is okay right?" I asked nervously not knowing if I wanted the answer. 

"Nothing really new has happened but we did do some tests today and your mom is going to have to start chemotherapy today." 

"Can I come visit her right now?" I bit my lip worryingly.

"Yes of course. We'll see you soon." 

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I paused right before entering my mom's hospital room. I felt sick to my stomach. I was scared to death. Not just scared to see her so sick and weak but just scared to see her in general. All my life she has never been kind to me, all she did was take out her anger on me. She was more of a guardian than a mother to me. I rethought about the desperate situation so I told myself that I had to stay strong for the both of us. After a few minutes of thinking I finally got the courage to go in. I took a deep breath and I slowly made my way in. My mom smiled at the sight of me. I couldn't help but smile a little too. Even in the horrible situation we're in I couldn't help but feel happy for a moment. "Hi Mommy." I walked over to her bedside and gave her a gentle squeeze. 

Even though it was my mother, the one who gave birth to me and raised me, it was still an odd situation to deal with. We never cared for each other but here we are forced reconcile and talk it out. We're the only people we have left in this world, she needed me now more than ever. In the end I did my best to open up to her and make conversation with her but of course all of our conversations ended up in a fight. "What do you mean you don't want to go through with treatment Mom? The doctors said you need to start chemotherapy today you are dying Mom don't you understand! You need to start fucking medication! You can't give up I need you, you can't leave me!" I practically screamed in her face which I felt horrible about. I looked at her straight in the eyes and she almost looked like she was going to cry. I had never seen her cry when she was sober until that moment. Her eyes started watering so I stormed out of the room. I felt like a bitch for doing that to her. When she needed me the most I walked out on her, just like she walked out on me when I needed her. 

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"Dylannnnn! Dylannnnnnn are you tthere? Dylan! Dylan I need a favor...... I need you, Dylan, to come pick us up okay? I don't think its very good...... to you know drive right now and..." Lizzie's slurred words flooded through my phone. I rolled my eyes at her over the phone even though she couldn't see me. I guess it was the least I could do to go pick her up, I was being a pretty shitty friend recently. "Ok just stay there ok? I'm coming right now." I sped home and quickly changed out of my school clothes into some ripped lightwash jeans, a white crochet crop top and my old dark brown combat boots. I didnt have any time to do my hair so I just left it down. I raced over the address Lizzie attempted to give me over the phone. 

 I went down the street she gave me and I could tell which house it was right away. There was this huge two-story house at the end of the street with crazy loud music and even a few people passed out on the front lawn. As soon as I got inside I grabbed a beer and snapped it open. I felt horrible for drinking but I needed it, especially what happened with my mother today. Just one won't do any harm, right? I let the cold fizzy liquid slither down my dry throat. I felt relieved like that beer was the solution to my problems. I wandered around the house hopefully trying to find Lizzie or at least one of her friends so I could take them home. After walking around downstairs and checking every room I gave up and I tried upstairs. After dodging drunk football players and some bleach blonde sluts who were making out on the stairs I walked up to the second floor. I opened a door to what seemed like a bedroom. As soon as I opened that door I knew it was a big mistake. Their was a couple getting ready to have sex on the bed. Lovely. I shut the door quickly and rolled my eyes. "Disgusting." I whispered to myself. This sucks. Where the hell is Lizzie? I shook my head and headed down the stairs. Before I could stop myself I tripped and tumbled halfway down the stairs. I started blushing when I noticed everyone was staring at me. How embarrassing. I was so shocked I could hardly move. The last thing I wanted coming here was to be noticed. A hand reached out for me. "Let me help you." A voice said. I grabbed it before I could see the person's face. As I got up on my feet I saw who it was. It was the boy that rammed his car into mine today. "Nice seeing you again." He smirked at me. I looked down at the ground but my eyes wandered back to this gorgeous sapphire eyes of his. My hand was still grasping onto his. I released it quickly after I realized what I was doing. He opened his mouth to say something but Lizzie found us before anything was said. "Omg Dylannnnnn! You're a total lifesaver ok I..... I totally owe you one okkk? I can't belive you made itttt!" Lizzie ran over and hugged me. I looked over her shoulder to look for the boy but he was long gone. "Yes I'm here now lets go...." She put her finger to my lips. "Shhh.... go get a drinkkk and let's have some fun!" I rolled my eyes at her. She grabbed my wrist but I yanked it away from her. I didn't want to leave her all drunk and vulnerable here so I got myself another beer and sat in the family room where there wasn't too many people. I felt so depressed and lonely I just kept chugging down the beers one by one. 

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"Dylan? Where are you? We need to go." I heard Lizzie's voice ring throughout the house. I slouched down into the couch and eventually fell over and laid down on the couch because I felt so dizzy. I heard her heels clicking on the hardwood floor and then I felt her hand on my shoulder. She was talking to me like I was a five-year-old. I guess she sobered up enough to be somewhat responsible because she was making more sense now. "No I'm.... I'm fine really just go without me I'm just going to stay here... and umm.. don't worry about me I'll... I'll be fine." I slowly got up from the couch and tried to stand up without falling over. I pushed her away and slightly stumbled backwards. My words were so slurred I'm surprised she understood me. "You are so drunk Dylan I'm going to take you home." She grabbed my wrist and I slapped her hand, hard. I had never slapped anyone like that before. "Don't tell me what to do, you're not my mother Lizzie!" I screamed at her just like I screamed at my mom earlier today. "My mother...." I whispered to myself slightly sobbing. She stormed out of the house before I could stop her. I turned around to see a big, empty house. Yet again I'm left all alone. I took a beer bottle from the counter and smashed it on the floor. Tears started flowing from my eyes after I realized what a mess I was. I felt this hands wrap around my waist and pick me up bridal style. I sobbed into the stranger's shoulder choking back my words. "My.... my mother..." I barely whispered. "Shhh it's ok. Let me help you."