Chapter 137
walking down the white clinical hallways reminded me of the history I thought I had left behind. Beeping noises and crying, groaning patients filled the atmosphere. I had been down the hallways of Greenwoods General Hospital. However, Bakersfield Private was a little more up class. Blake said he had mam moved here so she could have the best treatment. He wouldn’t elaborate on what her condition was.
After leaving the bar, we swapped cars and picked up Theresa. Blake had returned my panties, and I quickly went up to the apartment to change.
Us girls sat in the back, and the boys took shotgun. Theresa held Taylor and my hand the entire drive. It was both soothing and heartbreaking. I knew she was trying to comfort me through her grief. Even though Richard had broken the bond between them, Blake had explained that his death would bring a lot of pain upon Theresa. She had still lost her mate.
The police escorted Theresa to see Richard but Rocky refused to go. He said he would go with me after we had seen my mum. He wanted Theresa to have soine time alone with her mate. I was a little rattled by all the events, but I knew I had to see mum. After all, today was the day 29 years ago that she and I first started our love–hate relationship.
The doctor stopped at the doorway of mum’s room.
“Miss Peters, I must warn you, the sight isn’t pretty. Beth is lucky she even made it out of the wreckage. She has lost her baby and a lot of blood. Her body went into shock due to the blood loss. We have done what we can, but we don’t think she will make it. I’m really sorry.” She bowed her head a little and turned towards the door.
She opened it and walked in. My heart skipped a beat, and a big lump formed in my throat.
She wasn’t going to make it….
There was an ache in my chest, and my whole body felt heavy. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in. How do you prepare yourself to see your parents in a life and death situation? I thought back to the number of times I had wished she was dead. The number of times I had actually told her my wish. The number of times I talked about how great life would be without het
Here I was today, praying for her life, regretting all of those wishes and words of hate.
I took wobbly steps into the room, knowing that Blake was right next to me, ready to catch me if I fell
The doctor moved the curtain, and my heart sank, I froze in place and couldn’t find the will to move any clover. My eyes fogged up with tears, and I quickly wiped them away, trying so hard to keep myself together.
There, on the bed, lay my unrecognizable mother. Her face was so bruised and battered. If it weren’t for the tattoo on her neck, I wouldn’t have known it was her. She had bandages wrapped around her head and neck. There was a cast on her left arm and right leg. Her lip was busted, and there were big gashes around her face. There were four distinctive gashes right across her face, and they had swollen up. Her left eye was bruised, and you could see a slight bruising around the right one. She had her eyes closed, and you could see her heart monitor fluctuating.
There was an oxygen tube in her nose, and she was hooked up to an IV bag and a blood bag. Without thinking, I inched closer to her, taking in every bruise and bandage. I looked at her face and thought of her smile. The genuine smile that appeared on her face, showing the dimple on her left cheek. The dimple I had inherited.
Her hand twitched a little. I slipped my hand into hers and squeezed it gently.
The tears I was holding back started sliding down my face. My insides quivered, and before I knew it, I was sobbing.
“Ma….” I whispered. I took my free hand up and gently cupped the side of her face.
She unconsciously leaned her face into my hand and groaned.
Fler eyes that weren’t so bruised slowly opened, and I could see her hazel brown eyes peeking through.
“Rosy” she croaked and licked her lips.
“Water” she whispered, and I quickly looked around for a glass.
