Chuck Taylor Must Die

Everything started with a number. Amelia always loved Chuck her sister's best friend and most popular player in school. Having seven girlfriends at once. The girls know which one they are by a number on a piece of paper. But Amelia is number one and the only one. There's secrets only Amelia and her friends can find and finally discover the truth behind Lawrence's disappearance all those years ago. On top of everything that Chuck is dying and needs her help.



P.S- Any movellian who is under the age of thirteen should not read this story. It contains sexual content and I do not want this movella removed. It is very important to me as being that the subject of cancer is very near to my heart. I trust that everyone will be honest about this and respect my wishes and the websites.



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The party against the wishes of Chuck lasted almost three hours, it finally ended when I yawned and Iva did too. I picked her up and led Chuck to her room. It was red and white, with teddy bears and horses, hearts on the walls and a mobile with singing cupids and hearts. We wanted this room to reflect our love and so it will never die, not that it ever would. We laid her down, kissed her forehead and went to our bedroom. There we simply fell asleep. Nothing special that night just glad to be in our own bed, and for once, there wasn't a giant belly seperating us. We fell asleep arm in arm. A smile on my face, I began to dream,

 

THE DREAM:

 

I was in the meadow again, this time I was alone, this time I was searching for someone. But who? A list of names went past my eyes in the sky of the meadow, Chuck, Iva, Kyle, Margaret, Andrew(Chuck's dad), Amanda, Shelley, Mark, and to my  surprise, my name Amelia. Was I searching for myself? Had I gotten so caught up in Chuck's disease, my pregnancy to truly find what I was sent to earth to do? Was my purpose only to know heartbreak, to only hold Chuck when I held his daughter in my arms or the little boy he saved? Was I only to be a teenaged mother with a dying boyfriend, whose mother hated her? Yes I think this dream is about finding...ME!

 

I felt a strange pull to go deeper into the center of the Meadow of Dreams, that's what I named it. In the center was circle of tombstones, each had a member of Chuck's and my family, including me, and in the center was Chuck's. Maybe this was to symbolize that I wasn't the only losing him? Having their heartbroken, maybe I've been conceited these past nine in a half months. Maybe this is the purpose of the dream.

 

I woke up. The sun was shining on my face and the birds were chirping. Chuck was yawning and stretching next to me. When he saw me he smiled and yawned

 

"Morning sleepy head. You slept through all four feedings last night. I don't blame you personally. Oh the officer called, he's bringing Kyle over today around two. Love you." Iva started to cry. He poked into the room again and said with a crooked smile, "Your turn." I huffed and got up and walked down the hall to Iva's room. I saw her looking at me through the bars on her back as if to say, 'took you long enough.' I laughed at her expression picked her up and got her bottle to warm in the kitchen. 

 

"Iva what should you wear today? Mommy and daddy got you so many new clothes!" I cooed to her as we walked, Chuck was at the table eating toast and watching the stove, pancakes and bacon were on the griddle. I could her the sizzling and popping and the smell was overpowering. I put Iva in the high-chair and walked over to the microwave to warm the already pumped milk. I stifled a yawn and tested the milk on my wrist when it dinged. I stifled another yawn before going back to Iva to feed her. She was starting to get fussy again, I sat and pulled the chair closer so I could feed her. After a few minutes I decided I didn't like this position and I picked her up and went to the living room where I sat in the rocking chair that my mother nursed me in. I sat down cradling Iva in the nook of my arm, I cooed softly to her as I fed her. At around eight in the morning the other inhabitants of the house started to stir from their long summers slumber and when the smelt the bacon made a run for the kitchen.  I heard Chuck protesting but being Chuck finally gave in and made me a plate and walked into the living room and over to me.

 

"Hello my two beautiful girls."

 

"Say hi to daddy baby." I leaned up to kiss him, but Iva didn't like that and protested by starting to cry as if to say ' HEY I didn't give you permission to stop! ' I laughed and continued to feed her until she 'decided' to stop. When she finished the bottle I had just gotten her into position to burp her when Chuck fell to the ground and started to convulse. I screamed and Iva cried because I was screaming, everyone came running. 

 

"CALL NINE-ONE-ONE! PLEASE! HE'S HAVING A SEIZURE PLEASE!!!" I screamed frantically. I gave Iva to my sister and went to hold Chuck's head and tongue so he wouldn't choke. I all the time thinking ' we were so happy, that we forgot about him. he can't get over excited this late in the disease cycle.'  Finally after what seemed like years I heard the ambulance. 

 

"Chuck you can't leave us now please. Iva needs you, I need you! Please you can't die yet. I'm not ready for you to die." I sobbed into his chest( he finally had stopped convulsing ) My mother's arms were around me and she was rocking both Chuck and me back and forth like we were children who had just learned their puppy died. The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the gurney and I came with them on the ambulance, shoes in hand. I trusted Amanda with my life, so Iva was safe. I held his hand all the way to the hospital all the time repeating, ' don't leave me yet, don't leave Iva yet '  when we reached the Emergency Room entrance all nurses were on call. I ran with the gurney not wanting to skip a beat and they put him in a room and rushed around him and ushered me into a corner.  Then everything went by in a haze, My life, was always entwined with his I've loved him since the fifth grade and I've known him all my life. Just that I didn't know it. 

 

When they began switching him to another bed this time it was an operating bed, I jumped up and began to ask a question. I male nurse in goofy scrubs came over and explained what happened.

 

"Your boyfriend has a blood clot in his artery that connects the heart and brain together, which caused the grand mal seizure. And unfortunately he also has a severe and fatal case of Lymphoma so we don't know if he'll make it. I'm so sorry. You feel free to wait here and help yourself to the cafeteria and the prayer room is down the hall to the right."

 

After he left I sank back down onto the couch. A million thoughts passing through my mind. How, passing through more often than the rest. How did this happen. and then why? Why did this happen to the sweetest, most lovable guy I know? I cried more then I cried nine in half months ago. I don't remember when the doctors came back but I do remember the news, 

 

"We're so sorry, we did everything we could. He fought for four hours. His last words were
'Tell Amelia I love her and I'm sorry and tell her to tell Iva all about me. But not how I died."

 

A tear in the doctors eye he came over to me and sat next to me. I fell into his shoulder and wept. I produce rib crunching sobs that I didn't think were possible. I cried and cried and cried. I knew I had to go home. But I couldn't bring myself to pick up the stupid phone and call my mom or dad or anyone. But before I could, they came in and saw me there on the couch the doctor patting my back and me sobbing my eyes out. They knew, they knew without me telling them that he didn't make it. I looked up to see Iva's blue eyes, they had changed to her father's eye color. I cried even harder. 

 

 

Chuck was  gone and I still had to tell Andrew and Margaret. How was I going to do that and plan the funeral? How was I going to survive without him? My soul mate, my best friend, my other half, He was my everything. But all I have left of him is my daughter Iva,she has his eyes, and hair and nose. I smiled I couldn't help it. He wasn't really gone. He was reflected in Iva. I will always love Charles Lawrence Taylor. Until its my turn to go meet death and say hello to the afterlife and have Chuck's arms around me once more I will never love another man...again. 

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