There’s A Jock In My Bed! [Âœ“] 16. Papa Can You Hear Me?

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                                              Chapter 16 – Papa Can You hear Me?   

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The stench of medicine and syringes are all over and the wails of the ill and the insane fill the air, adding to my restless state. The chair I’m sitting on is hurting my ass and the constant slamming of doors are irritating as hell. All the reason why me and the hospital has an estrange relationship with one another. As much as I hated the place…I always at some point in the year ended back here.

“You okay?” Alex asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah,” I answer with a sincere smile, “Just sitting here is being a major pain on my ass…I don’t know how Adele did it.”

He chuckles and hands me a cup. I sniff it and shudder. “Bleh, I hate coffee.” I frown, placing it on the table next to me. Slouching in the hard seat, I cross my legs and watch as an ant crosses my feet.

Cocking my head to the side I watch intently as he crosses. So brave without anyone with him, alone and on a dead end journey back to where he belongs. “Story of my life.” I mutter, chuckling with bitterness.

“What’s that?” Alex questions.

“Oh, nothing.” I answer back quickly and retuning to look forward. A pair of red jeans interrupts my thoughts and I look up at its wearer.

“So what are you going to do?”

I raise both my eyebrows and scoffs, “I don’t know. Mom should know what to do when she gets here, that’s if she isn’t already in hysterics.”

He smiles innocently and bends down to meet me at eye level, “no,” he whispers with a slight chuckle, “I mean about me and Jacob.”

“I’m sorry if I don’t give a rat’s ass about you or Jacob right now Alex…my father is in a hospital bed.”

He nods quickly and rests a hand on my knee and caresses it slowly. I find myself looking into his sharp eyes, nearly getting lost like I did once before.

Rattling my head free of his haunting, seductive gaze I force myself to focus on the door in front of me, past Alex’s hair.

I’m praying that he moves, even closing my eyes and asking God to let him leave me be for a while…but he didn’t. He just knelt in front of me, starting at me-studying my features until he could possibly point out every flaw on my face, some I might not even know about.

As hard as I try to focus on the door, my eyes seems to want to look at him, they flutter back and forth between the blank, white wall and his tan, smooth face. The better choice is obvious isn’t it?

“Do we have a chance?”

My eyes instantly set and lock on his, “What?”

“I said. Do you and I have a chance?”

I was afraid he’d say that, and sighing I stand to me feet. He does as well, keeping the same amount of limited space between our bodies. I look up at him and remain silent, “I.”

“Evan!” Evelyn’s high pitched shriek booms through the wide hallway. She races in my direction with mom not far behind, running in her heels as well.

I don’t hesitate to run in their direction and slam into Ev, engulfing her into a tight hug. She had changed into more decent clothing now and began to squeeze me tightly. She pulls away and holds me by the shoulders, searching my eyes. “He’s going to be okay right?” she asks. Her eyes, so gloomy but it has a little shred of hope left inside of it and I didn’t want to have to be the one to crush it.

I stay silent for a while as she continues to dive into my eyes with hers, devouring me with her saddened, yet hopeful stare, “I don’t know.” I whisper, with as much believability as I can muster up.

“It’s going to be alright.” I mutter as my pathetic attempt to restore faith in not only her but myself as well.

“Evan…” mom whispers, taking me into the arms as well. She holds that position and though I’m feeling fine I don’t let go…I know it’s more for her than it is for me.

“Mrs. Harris,” she lets me go and faces Alex, who wears a sympathetic smile. They don’t exchange words-they weren’t needed. She simply nods.

I poke Ev and ask, “Where are Chris and the gang?”

“They thought it would be best if they waited in the lobby.” I form an ‘o’ with my mouth and huff dramatically.

The door closest to us opens and the doctor walks out, taking off his gloves. “The Harris?” he asks, pointing towards us. Mom nods and steps forward.

“Your husband is in critical condition and has mass internal bleeding. We managed to keep him alive but he’s in a coma…we’re not sure if he’ll live.”

Mom covers her mouth with her hand and sits on the chair where I was and Evelyn breaks down to the ground. I phase out completely after that. I barley could hear Evelyn crying or Alex comforting her. I swallow hard and ask, “Can I see him?”

The doctor nods and opens the door for me. I give him a quick smile and enter the room alone. It looks plain, no life or color and practically reeking of death.

The faint voices on the television screen are the only sounds to be heard besides the steady beeping of the heart monitor. I swallow harshly and creep over to him.

Gasping softly, I place a hand on his shoulder. All the scratches that cover his face make him near unidentifiable even to me.

“Dad?” I say softly. I know he won’t respond but I know that somewhere down, deep down inside him he can hear me, “Dad, can you hear me?”

No answer. His stomach just rises and falls steadily. “If you can papa, I just want to say…say that I’m sorry for disappointing you. If you can hear me dad, I love you.”

I swallow and lean forward, “Can you?” no response. I felt the tears, the sinking brutal feeling at the bottom of the stomach and the sickness that suddenly appears out of nowhere. But I shake my head, fighting all those feelings back. No tears…none shall fall. After all, my father built me to be a survivor and if anyone could pull through this it was him.

Right?

“You’ll be okay right? Just one word dad, just one. Tell me you’re going to be okay.”

Silence again. Grunting, I stand up and look at him one more time before exiting the room.

Mom looks up, still sitting in the chair where I left her and Evelyn is sitting in Alex’s lap as he cradles her back and forth.

Out of nowhere someone grabs me by the wrist and squeezes me close. Not long after another pair of arms and then another. I smile when I recognize the sweet and strong scent of Chris’ cologne. They were here for me in my time of need even though I wasn’t the one injured

“How is he?” Bobby asks, still holding on tight.

“He looks…at peace. Unresponsive… but at peace.”

And that’s the most I could wish for right now…

The Next Day 6:40pm.

 

“Is this really necessary mom?” I moan for the fifteenth time.

“Yes it is Evan,” she responds, coming over to me and adjusting my tie to perfection, “he was invited to this banquet in honor of his outstanding accomplishments in his company and we have to be there to honor it.”

I roll my eyes and sigh loudly, “I think its stupid mom. He’s in the hospital…we should be mourning not celebrating.”

She gasps and hits me on my hand, causing me to grunt, “We are not mourning anything. He’s not dead. And haven’t you heard the expression if we don’t laugh we’ll cry and isn’t your friend Chris going to be there with you?”

“Yeah, whoever said that was jac-.”

The doorbell rings, silencing me and probably stopping me from getting grounded for a week, “Go get it dear.” She mumbles and heads back into the kitchen.

Sighing, I strut over to the door and swing it open widely. “Jacob, what are you doing here?”

“Just checking up on you.” He says, stepping into the door’s frame.

“I’m fine.” I lie, truth is I’m not. I’m hurting a lot and though no one else could seem to see it, Jacob could.

“You sure? You look a little down.”

“Who are you, Oprah now?” I bite back, growing in irrational and misplaced irritation.

“Whatever dude, just let it out.”

“What, you want me to cry? God you’re worst than Oprah…you’re Tyra.”

“Evan stop being this way, stop covering up your emotions. Let them out before you snap.”

My head sinks as my eyes scale the ground, unable to look at him another second…partially because he was annoying me but the greater reason was because he’s right.

“Evan crying doesn’t make you any less of a man.”

I look up at Jacob and shakily point a finger at him, breathing hard, fast, “Jacob leave.”
“You can’t keep bottling these things in Evan.”

“Stop it.” I plead, covering my ears.

“Let it out Evan.”

“Shut the hell up!” I scream clenching my eyes close and pacing back and forth.

“Evan, please it will make you fee-.”

“Stop! Stop it! Stop! Don’t you get it!? I’ve been crying inside this entire time! It helps nothing!” I screech towards him, on a screaming rampage of dangerous lengths.

My footsteps pick up in pace, moving back and forth rapidly and loudly, “Between you, Danny and Alex and my dad…my dad…did you hear me? My Dad is dying.” A tear slips away. “The only man that hasn’t screwed me over yet, the only one who believed in me,” I stop and punch the wall, “is dying in a hospital bed and it’s my fault. So don’t tell me that crying is somehow goin-” My voice breaks and I shut my mouth tightly. Tears, in great multitude slide down my face. Jacob steps up but I quickly point my finger towards the door.

“Leave.” I urge. His eyes stares into mine, pleading, begging to stay. He takes a step closer and I scream as loud as I could. I swat my hand and smack over a picture off the little table next to the where we stood. “Leave!” I fume, intensity raging through me, adrenaline-though misplaced rushing though my veins. All the anger, the hurt, the betrayal , the pain and now the inevitable  loss all have now made their way to the surface and unleashed their claws and fury on Jacob.

He sighs and bows his head, “you know Evan one day you’re going to lose something that you’ll regret.”

“I Hope so, because right now-the way I’m feeling I could care less about romance, love, passion or any of that crap hormonal teenagers buy into. Have a nice night.” I argue, slamming the door quickly in his face.

I stand there for a while, trying to get my breath under control, huffing and puffing loudly unintentionally.

“Is everything okay Evan?” Mom asks, from behind.

“Yeah…” I mutter. But his time, strangely I wasn’t lying. As my breath got under control, I feel relieved. As if a burden has been lifted. Maybe I did need to just let it all out. Unfortunately it was on someone who didn’t deserve it.

“God, I’m such a screw up.”

 

41 minutes later…Stephanie and Allison Law Firm -Banquet Hall.

“I swear if I see one more tie, tuxedo, fancy hairstyle or hear a stupid rich person laugh one more time tonight I’m going to hurt someone.”

Chris nods, swallowing down another shot of some mysterious type of blue colored alcohol. I shiver at the sight of it, thinking back to the party where I first drank, “You sure you should drink that in here?”

“I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t, but the more I drink the more I can pretend I’m in my room smoking something illegal.”

I laugh quietly and look over to Evelyn and mom sitting no too far head where we stood. The sound of random chatter is prevalent through throughout, bouncing off the four walls of the amazingly decorated room. Great white drapes lined the cream colored walls as the chords of an illustrious I’m sure, yet unknown to me band of smooth jazz players serenade room at the helm of the hall.

Chairs – in the hundreds were facing a large podium where the guest speaker and the honorees would take their seats. Food trays are on all four sides of the great room and we just happened to be next to the alcohol and cookies.  Chris himself is wearing a black tuxedo with a red tie and red sneakers. Weird right? But that’s his style.

“Should we sit or something now?”

“Eh, what’s the point? All we’re going to do is stand up when some important walks there anyway. Saves us energy.”

I nod at his response and slouch against the table, watching the people converse. Though my dad is high up in this law firm, I was never one of the stuck up kids. He kept us humble and constantly reminded us that we weren’t going to be riding on his success.

“so many important people are here. Politicians, writers, painters…jocks?”

I snort, “Hardly, jocks are only prestigious in high school, after that they’re gone with the wind.”

He shakes his head and spins me around, “no, dude. Alex is here.”

I close my eyes and sigh. I just can’t catch a break can’t I?

His eyes connect with the both of ours. When he with mines, it subtle and graceful but the moment they mesh with Chris’ they grow more angst and nervous and a little malevolent. Slowly and with a gentlemen’s swagger he approaches us. He trades in his football jersey for a nice all white tuxedo and a pair of eye glasses. Of course he doesn’t need them but it adds to his sophistication.

“What are you doing here?” Chris spits bitterly at him. Alex takes off his bifocals and takes a menacing step forward. However, it has no affect at all on Chris who eagerly fills in the space between them.

“I was invited my someone.”

I place my hand in between the two of them and push outward until there is space between them. “It’s okay Chris,” I assure him and he relaxes –backign off a bit, “Who invited you?”

“Why who else of course.”

“Oh My God, dude-what did you do?” Chris whisper yells at him, pulling him over to the side.

“What? They know each other?” Alex questions, earning a look from me and a snort from Allen.

“Yes we do…not as intimately as you two though.” Allen says with a smirk. His face turns back to me, scanning me over from head to toe. “You look especially repulsive tonight.”

“You know Allen, you’re not as bad as you think you are…you’re far, far much worse. Now I understand why some animals eat their young.”

He chuckles, picking up a drink from the table, “Well, I aim to please Evan and watch it, just because we’re surrounded by people doesn’t mean I won’t punch you in the face.”

“Talk is cheap Allen…but then again, so are you.”

“Funny, but why are you here? Obviously you don’t belong. I say get back to whatever village you came from…they must be missing their town idiot.”

I launch my palm at him but this time he is ready for it, catching it with ease. I freeze with my hand captured in his. He smiles widely and strikes me in there face with his other palm. I stumble back, nearly knocking over the table of food behind me. He steps forward with his arms crossed and smirks.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” I hiss, dusting the crumbs of cookies off of me. Myself off.

“Oh really, bring it on you little slut.”

 

 

 

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