Letting you go [COMPLETE]

Chapter 15

This chapter is really short but I liked it (hope you do to!)

Unedited.

Holidays are the best thing . . . ever. Not even ever . . . EVER! I don't have to do anything but write and it's so freeing [So poetic xD]. And right now I love this story. I already have the last chapter written, all I have to do is get to the end! 

Enjoy . . .

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               “What happened?” Rick asks me, as soon as I sit down. “Your phone kept beeping by the way.”

               I shrug, looking at his DS screen. “Nothing.” Huge lie. “Why doesn’t that have the time?”

               He levels a look at me. “Because I’m playing a game.”

               I roll my eyes. “Fine. Make me check, why don’t you?” I mutter, the corner of my mouth turning up in a smile. I grab my phone, staring at the notifications of my screen. Five new messages. All from James. Glancing away from them screen I check the time: 2:45 p.m. I’d spent an hour in the meeting—it had felt longer.The white writing stands out against my background—just a blue pattern. No “selfie.” No group photo. No attractive guy. Totally, not what a teenager should have at all. At least my phone case is better. Dark colours with ‘HER LIFE FOR HIS’ engraved deep. Well . . . okay, maybe it’s not better. I’ve seen people look at it, seen the looks on their faces. They don’t understand it. It’s nothing to do with suicide like everyone assumes. It’s actually a line from my favourite book—

               “Where are mum and dad?”

               Knocking someone out. “The meeting.”

               “Why did it take so long?”

               I raise my eyebrow. “Why do you ask so many question?”

               Rick smirks—a look that he’s perfected from watching dad. “Mum says it’s a good thing. So that means I can do it. You’ve heard dad; always listen to mum.”

               I can’t help but laugh. “Remember that for when you’re older. You’ll need it. Ever heard of the cat that was too curious for its own good?”

               All I get in return is a frown. “No. Is that bad?”

               “Do you know what happens to the cat?”

               “No.”

               “It dies.” Just like the girl with cancer.

               Rick gasps in outrage, expression turning into one of anger. “What? Why!”

               I sigh, hugging him to me. My hand rubs up and down his back. “Calm down Rick, it’s a figure of speech. No one hurt a cat.”

               He relaxes into me, still angry. “People are mean. Why would they do that? You’re not meant to hurt cats. Or dogs. People, it’s okay because they can be mean. But cats aren’t mean.”

               He doesn’t know it but people don’t get hurt for being mean. I’d done nothing to get diagnosed with cancer—not that I know of anyway. “Cats scratch you. Our cat used to.”