One Minute, And The Next || l.h [COMPLETED]

Chapter 17

"No." I cut her off.

"But Riley the doctors said-"

"No!" I repeat louder. "I'm not going to let you or some stupid ass doctors kill my father!"

"Lower your voice Riley..." My mother says, her voice to a whisper. "We don't want the neighbors to hear you."

"Oh yeah, we wouldn't want the neighbors to hear that my mother is a fucking psychopath!" I purposely yell louder in the direction of the neighbor's houses. My mother sighs and shakes her head crossing her arms as she looked up at me, trying to give a motherly stare which looks foreign on her face. "Wait, are you actually considering it?! You can't be serious mother." I say, looking at her in disbelief. She can't really be considering killing her own husband?

"Riley, He's practically already dead... the doctors are giving us a week to decide." She says.

"Don't fucking say that. He's still alive." I say through clenched teeth, anger taking over me.

"Language Riley.." My mother warns.

"No! Fuck You!" I say, in her face. "Since when do you think you can act like a mother to me? And just because he's in a fucking coma doesn't make him dead. His heart is still beating. He is still alive."

"By the miracle of the hospital machines Riley."

"I don't give a shit. He is still alive and breathing either way." I defend my father's life.

"I don't want him to suffer any longer Riley. If he is never going to wake up, why should we just leave his body there if nobody is inside it?" She tries, but there is no convincing me. I shake my head and turn around, walking down the three steps. "Where are you going?" She calls out to me.

"As far away from you as I can get!" I call back, taking another drag and tossing the cigarette out on the street.

"Riley if you don't come back here right now, I will make the decision without your input." She says sternly and I stop in my tracks. I take a deep breath, every part of me wanting to keep on walking but I can't. I can't let her do that to him. I turn back around and walk back up onto the porch, through the front door and into my living room with my mother following behind. I sit down on the couch and cross my arms, waiting for her to speak.

"I have no choice Riley... It's not like this is easy for me to do." She starts.

I scoff. "Oh yeah, it sure looks like this entire thing is devastating for you." I say sarcastically.

"Don't you dare tell me that I do not care about your father." She scolds, seeming angry. "I am doing what's best for him. It is not easy for me to watch him dying. I'd rather end it now, than have to deal with him being alive and suffering."

I shake my head. "It's still wrong. You are not doing it." I finish, not wanting this conversation to go on any longer. I walk upstairs and close my door, lying down on my bed and staring up on the ceiling. I hear my phone vibrate a few times and I grab it from my bedside, Luke's name popped up on the screen. I unlock my phone and read the messages. Luke, Michael, Calum, And Ashton were going away for a battle of the bands down in Portland for a while and he asked if I wanted to be their roadie.

I pondered the question for a little bit. Of course I would like to drive a couple hours down to Portland from Newcastle here in Washington. I'm tired of this place and all the terrible memories it holds. A week away in a new area would be great for me to think and just clear my head. But I can't leave. I can't just pack up and go away for a week while my father is in the hospital and my mother could possibly pull the plugs that are keeping him alive. I need to be here for him, as much as I would like to run away from my life.

-

It's been exactly one week.

Luke isn't back yet.

My mother isn't home.

And my father is gone. Really gone.

My mother decided to pay a visit to the hospital while I was asleep 2 nights ago. She filled out a couple of papers and just like that, my father's heart stopped beating without him having any say whether he wanted to stay alive or not.

I lie down on my bed. Waiting until my mother comes home from the funeral home, planning a funeral which should not be going on in the first place. I feel tears prickle my eyes and I mentally force myself to push them away. I spend the last few days crying, and I hate it. The pain in my chest in unbearable and the feeling is much different from my last heartbreak. Its worse. Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe, and I'm overwhelmed with the feeling that this is my fault. I could have stopped her from doing that. I could have kept my dad alive, and he could have woke up.

I hear my phone buzz and pick it up to see my dealer Nash had texted me. I haven't done anything in almost a month, and it was almost a sign telling me that this may be my only way to take a breath, without feeling like I don't deserve that air in my lungs. Nash and a bunch of his friends were having a party out in one of the hot spots in the woods to test out their new shipment. I don't think twice to respond with a 'Hell yes', before grabbing my boots and jacket, and heading out the door.

(I'm Sorry For The Long Wait! But I Hope It Was Worth it! 3 Pages!! Yay! Please Vote And Comment Your Thoughts On The Chapter. It Really Motivates Me To Write More. <3 P.S. Song for this chap is 'These Streets' -Bastille c: )