The World Is Crashing Down- Part 14

The World Is Crashing Down- Part 14

A Story by EmilyNixon.

Emily’s P.O.V

 

          The boys left about a few hours ago. I was walking to my room when I heard Calli on the phone with our friend Taylor. She was telling her what her and Tom did when he was over. I knew she did something with him.

          I walked into her room and looked at her. “Can I talk to you Calli?” I asked her when she got off the phone with Taylor. “Yeah, sure. About what?” “Well, what did you and Tom do up here?” I said as I crossed my arms. Calli just laughed. “Nothing, why?” “Don’t lie to me Calli. I know you did something!” I was getting maddened by the second. “Who are you? Mom now? I told you we did nothing!” I knew she was lying. “I know you’re lying to me Calli! What else are you lying to me about?” I was ticked off for many reasons, that was just another to add to the list. So, I just walked out the room, annoyed and disgusted at her and life.

 

Calli’s P.O.V

 

          “What else are you lying to me about?” she said before she walked out the room. I wanted to tell her so bad. It wasn’t just about tom and I. She would get over that in a few days. It was mainly about the results. But my mom said that we couldn’t tell her. I felt so remorseful about lying to my sister.

          I walked down the kitchen to talk to my mother. I noticed the results sitting on the kitchen table. I picked them up and looked at them. Just looking at them, I felt pain in my heart. Like someone was gnawing at my heart. “Mom, when are we going to tell Emily about the results?” I asked without looking up. “We’re not going to.” Whoa, rewind that. Did I just hear my own mother say that? She isn’t going to tell her? Yeah, she finally lost it.

          “Are you crazy? We have to tell her!” I said looking up from the paper. “So, you’re just going to let her die and not help her?” I was looking deep into my mother’s brown eyes. “Basically yeah. I have helped her enough. You know how much money I have spent on helping her. Her body doesn’t want to be helped. Im tired of going through this Calli. Plus, she is going to die anyway.” She said with a blank expression. “And you think Emily isn’t tired of it!? She has put up with this for four years. She has been through more than you have.” I wanted to smack that look off her face. “I know. We are all going to die someday. I don’t want her to die form this! This disease!” I was rasing my voice, little by little. I shoved the apaper in her face. She yanked it out of my hands. “Why do you want one of your daughters to do?” I looked deep into her soul. My mother was never like this. A tear was starting to stream down my face. “I have another daughter. Emily will be just fine on her own.” That was all she had to say with the look on her face. She grabbed the results and went into her room. I broke down crying.

 

Emily’s P.O.V

 

          I heard what sounded like a fight. I quietly walked out of my room and saw them fighting. My mom had a paper in her hand. I had no clue about what is could have been. I was staring at Calli. Our mom must have found out about what Tom and Calli did. Calli was crying uncontrollably. She never cried like that before. She looked helpless. I wanted to ask her if she was ok, but I was still mad at her for lying to me. I’m just going to let her cool down and wait until tomorrow. I went back in my room, shut the door, and listened to my music.

© 2010 EmilyNixon.


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o girl this is good:)

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Damn.

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My name is Emily. I love to write stories and poems. I never copy write and or never will. I think it is useless and that you should always write from your heart! i write because it releases my mind w.. more..

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