The next few words I heard made my heart shatter. I felt my stomach drop. My legs began feeling weak. My face was probably as light as paper. My heart skipped a beat. Everything felt unreal. I needed a few seconds to process what my mom had just told me.
"I- your grandma died..." The voice from the phone sobbed. I sat back on the bed as my hand rested on the covers. "I'm so so, so sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything. I'm just- just sorry..."
Next followed silence, that rang through my ears. I looked at Billie who looked like she had just woken up, but she still looked confused, worried.
My mom went on and explained how she had a heart attack two days ago and was rushed to the hospital. She was in a coma, on life support. But my mom didn't even tell me. I felt hurt but angry. I didn't want to cry. But I felt like I had to. It was also my responsibility to tell Fred and Eloise about that.
I told Billie and she just hugged me. Held me tight. Which made me even more emotional. I am loved.
"Should I tell Eloise now and Fred tommorow morning?" I asked, voice groggy.
"Yeah, if you feel that's best." She ushered. I don't know what's best.
I went to my sister's room, not caring that I'm with only a T-shirt and underwear. I woke her up.
"Why the fuck did you just wake me up?"
"Grandma had a heart attack. She was on life support..." I informed her.
"Oh..." She whispered. Her face fell into a mixture of sadness and confusion. I hugged her. She broke down.
"But, you know, my girlfriend, well Micheal's girlfriend, broke up with me. She told me she realized that she still loved him." My sister said. I completely forgot about her teenage shit. But I thought they'll marry each other. That's harsh.
"Well. I guess it just wasn't meant to be. She'll be the one getting hurt by that Micheal dude."
"Yeah... Are you going to tell Freddie?"
"Tomorrow, yes."
After leaving and going back to my bedroom, seeing that Billie has already fallen asleep, I lay next to her for half an hour until I realized that I won't be able to fall asleep. I strutted my way to the kitchen. I was slightly surprised that my sister was there as well. She was drinking coffee.
"Here." She muttered as she gave me a cup of iced coffee. I smiled slightly, she isn't that mean.
"Thanks." We both sat on the couch, Eloise grabbed the TV remote and played something.
We both weren't paying attention to what was on the TV. I wouldn't ever be able to see her again. I'll never be able to hear her sweet voice again. I'll never spend a week at her house again. I might not even go to her house again. I'll probably never smell the flowers in her garden again, the lilies, the roses, her favorites – pansies, and a few more.
Suddenly I heard footsteps approaching. A sleepy Billie was standing in the hallway.
"I have to film in an hour. Can I stay here for a bit?"
I shot her a smile and she sat down next to me. I stared into her eyes, which seemed to calm me down. She returned the smile and kissed my forehead.
"Can you guys stop being so lovey-dovey," Eloise huffed " Making me feel single." Was barely heard coming from her mouth.
I turned to look at Eli and smiled at her. I cuddled up to Billie and shot Eloise a smirk. She rolled her eyes, probably trying to find her brain.
I felt warm and welcome to fall asleep, so I did. I felt my head falling on a pillow but I didn't think anything of it. I closed my eyes again and fell asleep.
