Inheritance

009

"We should go out. We haven't been out together since when we went to the funeral." Nathan exclaimed.

"I'm down."

"Same goes for me."

"I will go if Alex goes," Hunter mumbles from the top of my hair. I giggle when Maliki rolls his eyes and puts his finger near his mouth pretending to gag.

"Yeah. Why not."

We all get up and go to our rooms. Hunter and I entered mine. He gets dressed in the middle of my room and I go into my closet. We're close but not so close that we will just openly change in front of each other.

Our friendship is very complicated. We are not dating but our love language with each other was physical touch. Anytime we were around each other he would either put his hand in my lap or he would put it behind my neck. I think it has to do with how he knows I have a hard time keeping my nerve's down at times.

"So Alexandria I have been meaning to talk to you about something." Hunter catches my attention. I finished buttoning my skirt and walked out of the closet.

"Mhm." I lean against the door frame. He never calls me by my name.

"I need to tell you something and I know you're gonna be mad because I didn't tell you sooner." I don't answer, instead, I nod my head. "But she told me not to tell you."

"Okay, Hunter spit it out."

"Mom's sick." I felt my heart stop.

Everything feels like it is going at a very slow pace now. Valarie is sick. The woman who stepped up for me and my family when my mom died is dying now too. Hunter is losing one of the last remaining family members he has anymore.

"What?"

"I was going to tell you. I promise but she told me not to tell you because you had just found out your dad died." He scratches the back of his neck.

"But- I -how."

"Is genetically developed. Her mom died from cancer too, if my sister was still here she more than likely would have gotten it too. First, she told no one because the doctor told her it wasn't serious but it spread." He tells me sadly.

You don't expect people to slowly die the way you watched in the movies or heard about from other people. Well maybe since both my parents died I should have come to terms with the concept of death. That doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt like a bitch.

"Fuck, man." I sigh, walk over to where he was standing, and sit on my bed beside him.

"That is correct."

"Hunter, why didn't you tell me? Whether my dad died or not, you are still one of the most important people to me." He looks down at his hands.

"I think because I didn't want to accept the fact that she is going to be gone." His voice shakes. "She's my mom Honey Bee."

"Have you gone to see her?"

"No." My face drops in disappointment.

"Why?"

"Because she's going to look different. She has been on these hard chemo treatment's and my brother told me that she lost most of her hair so they had to shave it." He rambles.

"Hunter, that isn't an excuse," I tell him firmly. "Coming from someone who got a canister full of her mom's ashes as a goodbye, I would have loved to be able to say goodbye to her."

He shoots up from his seat and stand's tall in front of me. "I know. But this is different. I know she isn't going to look the same. I don't want to show up and accidentally do something that will hurt her." I grab his hand.