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Dylans's POV
I asked Michael to give me a lift to the hospital, so arriving I had no idea what was going on until I saw my dad in the waiting room.
"What's going on dad? Where's mom?" I asked in such hurry because I was panicking so much that my whole body was shaking.
He took a deep breath in and said, "Calm down, relax it's not that bad, me and your mom had a little argument and... she uh fainted".
I gasp, "what?! She fainted because of your stupid arguments and you're telling me it's not that bad, to fucking relax?!" I started to raise my voice at him because my heart was racing and I could barely hear myself.
The doctor came out of her room with the results in his hand, "Are you the Cooper family?" He queried and we just nodded along waiting for him to speak, "Mrs Cooper had a mild heart attack, she's doing great now, she just needs to relax"
I run my hands through my hair in annoyance and exhale a deep breath out, "Can I see her?" I ask in hope that he'll say yes.
The doctor nods and lets me inside her room. She's still sleeping. Loads of wires are being attached to her. It's not the most pleasant thing to see, seeing your mom suffer makes you suffer inside even more.
After an hour of just sitting there watching her sleep, I decide to walk home, since she's not waking up and I need to get some rest after all as well, I'll come and see her in the morning tomorrow. But there's no way I'm stepping into his car.
After I get home, I flop onto my bed and get a text. It's Michael, asking what happened and if everything is alright. I'm not in the mood for explanations so I just lock my phone and set it on my little night stand besides me.
* * *
I wake up at 8am, surprisingly I was able to able to fall asleep yesterday. Time to go to the hospital and visit mom. As I was leaving the hospital yesterday, the doctor mentioned that she should be okay to go home in the morning, so it should be fine.
"You know, you can still go to school sweety" she tells me not to worry about her. I still do though.
"I know, I just don't want to. I'd rather stay with you today" I admit making her feel better.
"Okay whatever you say Dylan, but you're going to school tomorrow and no excuses. I don't need supervision" she lets me off this time.
"Alright, I promise" I reply as I'm pushing the wheel chair towards the cab that I called.
I spent an entire day cooking and even cleaning because I didn't want mom touching anything in this house. She had to relax as the doctor said, so what am I here for?
NEXT DAY IN SCHOOL
I walked towards my locker to put my books away and from the corner of my eye I see Melanie walking towards me, "hey, what happened yesterday? You didn't show up" she asks me with a smile on her face again and a baby blue headband in her long chocolate brown hair.
"Family things. I'll be there tonight" I smile back.
She looks at me as if she thinks I'm lying, "wanna bet?" I smirk
"Oh I believe you" she giggles a bit, "hope you're excited to learn the whole periodic table" she adds on as she's walking away from me, making me close my eyes and sigh from just thinking about that topic.
"Delighted" I sarcastically say and shoot a grin.
The boys then see me so they come join me at my locker. "Coming to play some football?" One of the twins asks me.
Johnny and Josh are identical twins, always together, always there when you need them. Josh doesn't really speak much, only when being spoken to or when he has to speak actually, now that I think about it.
It's weird how they're identical in their physical attributes but sooooo different in their personalities, you see Josh is our church boy, Johnny on the other hand, class clown.
I get distracted from my thoughts when I feel Tasha tapping my shoulder, I turn around to meet her eyes.
"Hey Dylan" she starts of with that flirty tone again, pushing me against my locker with every step she takes forward. By that I don't mean pushing me physically, but her eyes just staring at me made me back away.
"Oh hey Tash, I like your shirt, pink...again" I fake compliment as the others are silently cheering for me. Oh God.
"Mhm" she nods, her eyes still staring into mine, kinda uncomfortable. "What are you doing? Maybe we could hang out" she asks me.
"I can't, I'm off to play a game of football with the boys" I say in a cold tone, hoping she'll back off and the boys start shaking their heads at me.
"Can I come watch?" she urged again. Once the boys heard that she wants to come with us, they started to nod their heads really noticeably.
"Yeak okay, why not" I reply because of them.
After an hour of just running around the pitch, catching the ball and scoring touch downs for fun, I take my shirt off and put it behind my neck because the game has finished and I want to get a drink.
"So you finished the game huh? You're really good but you know that already. I hope you get into the best college because you deserve it" Tasha comes down from the audience seats as soon as she saw me taking my shirt off.
"Thanks Tash, I appreciate that" I say as I get my deodorant out of my bag and start spraying my whole body.
I'm going to jump into the shower when I get home, maybe eat something if there's food in the fridge, then head to Melanie's. Yup plan sorted.
"So you wanna go somewhere? Since you've finished" she begs again.
I take my phone out of my bag to check the time, "Umm, I'm sorry Tasha, I can't, not today at least. I already have somewhere to be at like right now. Maybe some other day" I finish speaking, put my bag on my shoulder and start walking away.
* * *
"Please don't do this Daniel, you know I can't argue about this all the time, let him do whatever he wants, he's just a kid!" I hear my mom shout as soon as I open the front door.
I instantly run over to the living room, to see that my dad and my mom are fighting again. Normally I would let this be and just go straight to my room, but not this time. Mom had a mild heart attack and he still picks fights with her, what is his problem?
"What the hell is going on? Are you out of your mind dad! She was in the hospital just yesterday and somehow you don't recall that." I raise my voice at him.
"This has nothing to do with you, go to your room Dylan!" he shouts back at me.
I scoff, "Oh really? Cause I'm pretty sure you were just talking about me before I came in. You know if it's such a big problem for you to see me playing football, then leave, mom doesn't need you and you already know that neither do I." I say in a calm voice. There's been enough shouting for the past year or so.
"Or perhaps you should go-"
"Daniel!" My mom shouts back in disbelief.
"No, you know what? You're right, don't waste your breath. I'll go, it's only a matter of time before mom kicks you out."
He shakes his head at me, but before he says anything in response, I head upstairs to take my shower, not eating today either, and I should probably text Michael to see if he'll let me stay over at his today.
The only thing that's worrying me right now, is my mom being at home with him alone.
I wish I could say it was better when I was smaller, but truth is, I can't even remember the last happy memory of the household. My family from my dad's side don't visit us because they're all snobs just like he is, fancy and rich with posh clothes and spectacular high rated jobs. Shitty thing is, that my family from my mom's side don't visit us because of my dad either.
So that leaves us all alone all the time, having to deal with his shitty outbreaks.
As soon as I step outside, I feel the wind brush against my freshly washed face. I breathe out finally, after feeling like holding it in for so long.
I have to study.
And I have to study hard. Get that scholarship and get the hell away from this stupid city.
Take my mom away from all this toxicity.
But it's all so freaking hard.
I can't help but actually laugh out loud at my thoughts. I love how everyone thinks, Dylan's stupid, he needs a scholarship, he can't afford shit, he doesn't have a car, he's just a stupid jock, the only thing he can do is football, he'll never get anywhere.
I love how people seem to know more about me than I actually know about myself. I would love to yell into their faces and tell them what's going on behind the closed doors of my house. How I'd love to study by myself, at peace, in my own home, but suddenly my door bursts open with my dad screaming at me, telling me this is the last time he's ever buying me a pair of football shoes, this is the last time he bought me a new jersey.
And if it's not the shoes or the jersey, there's always, always something else to pick on.
I'd love to just laugh about all of this, but it's not laughable.
And funny thing is, no one knows.
Not even my best friends.