Chapter 30

A Chapter by Tiff-AH!-knee�

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Thursday was pointless and not even worth mentioning. Well, Sarah asked for my number. She didn't call that day though.

When I came to school on Friday, Sarah wasn't there. What made the day even worse? Mr Ludwig showed up.

“So, Izzy,” We were currently sitting on the living room couch discussing sound. “can you decipher where things are by listening to the noises they make?”

I swear this guy was dumber then a sack of bricks. “That's how I make it through the day.” Duh.

“When a particular noise is really loud, can you pick up other noises around you, or can you only focus on one sound?”

“I have really good hearing,” I said. “I can hear...probably...seven things at once and still be able to concentrate on where they are, but even someone with the best hearing in the world wouldn't be able to do that.”

He gasped. Didn't expect my sarcasm, did you?

“I'm sorry, but I really don't see how this therapy is helping. You're just wasting my grandfather's money and it's not benefiting me at all. You're telling me things I already know, asking me questions just so you can know more, but it's not helping me.”

“Anger. That's good.” He sounded calm again. I was so about to rip his eyes out and see how he liked being blind. Maybe he could get himself a bad therapist.

“You want me to be angry? Fine.” I sunk into the couch. Silent treatment it is.

“Yes! Emotions are good.”

I'm not listening, I'm not listening. I'm ignoring you. I'm ignoring you. You don't know anything, I'm ignoring you!

“Have you made any new friends?”

Still ignoring you.

“Lost any new friends?” My mind flipped to Sarah. She wasn't lost though, she just hadn't been at school.

“Met a boy?” I stopped breathing. How did he know about Joshua? No, he didn't know. He was just guessing. He wanted me to slip up somehow; talk to him.

It wasn't going to work.

He sighed. “Isabel,”

“Don't call me Isabel!” I snapped. So me ignoring him wasn't working anymore but there was absolutely no way I was letting him get away with calling me that. Ever.

“Izzy, I'm sorry.”

“No, you're not.” I mumbled.

“Look, maybe we should call it a day.” He started ruffling things around. Getting ready to leave, I assumed.

“Or a lifetime.” I agreed.

“I'm sorry.” I heard his footsteps fade and then the door close.

I got up and walked up the stairs. Turning left, I opened Grandfather's door.

I walked over to his bed and laid down next to him. I pulled the blankets over me and rolled over. I couldn't hear him snoring. “Grandfather?”

There was no answer. “Grandfather?” I could feel him in front of me, but something felt wrong.

I touched his face. It was ice cold. I pulled my hands back and practically jumped off of the bed. My heart was beating a million miles an hour and there were tears pouring down my face.

“Dad!”

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