"She's not getting better." The doctor said.
"Well, no need to sugar coat it." I replied crossing my legs in the chair I was in.
"You've been through this, all of you. I don't think there's anything else I can do." She says.
"There's gotta be something. Treatment? Rehab?" I suggest.
"I bring back to the table neurosurgery." She says opening the folder in front of her.
"No, that is not an option."
"We can keep her here in the mental unit."
"My mother is not crazy, she's sad."
"Your mother has multiple personality disorder, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, depression and narcissistic personality disorder. That's just the front page." She says.
"You can't just up her dosage?" I ask.
"Your mother is lucky to be alive. I'm surprised she is still alive. She refuses to talk during therapy. One little thing can tip her off the edge and it'll be two years ago a over again."
"She'll be fine. We are all fine. Everything is fine. Up her dosage. She'll see her therapist next week." I said.
"I think you should probably think about my neurosurgery offers. They may help."
"She's going to be fine. Thank you." I said standing up and walking out of the office. I walked and sat in the bathroom locking the door behind me.
"Damnit!" I shouted smacking the sink. Tears slid down my face dropping on the cold marble.
"Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!" I shouted. My words were spurred by my tears as they came rushing down my face. I opened my backpack and dug around for my phone. I called Ethan.
"Peyton, hey, how'd the meeting go?" He asked hopefully.
"Are you alone?" I asked him. I heard shuffling and a door shut.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"They say mom's lucky to even be alive. They can't help her. They want to do the surgery." I said.
"Then let's do the surgery." He said.
"No! We aren't doing that. Those are fatal, that can kill her." I argued.
"These diseases can kill her. Peyton, mom is sick. She's sick and she needs help. If she had cancer would you give her the surgery?"
"Mom is fine. She's not sick."
"That's not up to you. You can't decide whether mom is sick or not. If you love mom and you want her to get better. At least learn more about the surgery. Just consider it. You are her main proprietor. You've got to sign off. It's on you how this turns out."
"Are- are you trying to fucking guilt me into letting doctors drill into our mothers head? Sorry for not wanting my mother to be a brain dead zombie! God damn Ethan you'd think that someone who was given up by their birth parents would understand how badly we need our mom. You know that without her we'd be right back in that foster home. You know what it's like to be unwanted. Why do you want to hurt the only woman who wants us?" I asked. Tears blurring my vision.
"Don't act like the victim here, God this is just like you. This isn't about you or me or Quinn or dad. This is about mom. Mom is dying. Mom is dying. Get it through your thick skull. Mom is already dying inside. All we have left to do is blow her away and she's gone. This surgery might be able to save her. Stop playing the victim and grow up and save her." He said. I hung up throwing my phone in my bag.
"Fuck!" I yelled hitting the wall. I needed to get out of here.
"Peyton Elizabeth, where are we going?" Asher asked.
"To the beach." I said directing him towards the beach.
"And why are we going to the beach?" He asked.
"Because, when I was younger and had a lot on my mind my mom would bring me to the beach."
"What do you have on your mind?" He asks
"Turn left." I say ignoring him completely.
"Is it, Seth? Personally, I think you can do better." He says.
"Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion, huh?" I ask rolling my eyes. We park on the edge of the park. It's completely empty.
"I've never seen an empty beach."
"Everyone's at work and school." I replied.
"Why aren't we?" He asked.
"Look, you are honestly the last person I'd like to spend my day with. I just don't trust myself alone right now." I admit
"Alright." He said walking behind me. I kicked my shoes off and sat at the shoreline. Asher sat beside me and stared at the ocean. The waves crashed into each other so gently pushing the water to our feet.
"Why do you like Seth? I don't mean to be rude." Asher says.
"I don't know. He's normal."
"And you like that? Normal?" I asked.
"I'm an orphan who was born behind a Walmart in Tallahassee. Normal to us is a princess fairytale." I chuckled.
"What do you want?" He asks.
"What do you want. If you could have anything in the world. What would it be?"
"I don't know."
"I've never been asked that before. I would like an art studio I guess." I shrugged thinking about being able to draw in my own space other than my room.
"This is the first time,since you were at my house, that you didn't ignore me. Or avoid me. I think I'm growing on you."
"Yes, like mold." I smiled at him. He chuckled splashing the water with his hand.
"Well, I'll take what I can." He said splashing me. I splashed him back standing up and running away.
"Oh you can do better than that Mr. Greene." I teased as he chased me.
The day wasn't half bad. Asher took my mind off of anything I worried about. He built sand castles and did cartwheels. He told me stories and actually caught me and threw me in the water. I was laying soaking wet on his lap. The sun was setting and the water was getting colder.
"I'm so hungry." I mumbled staring at the sky.
"Do you want to leave?" He asked.
"No, I don't want to move. I want to stay right here. Frozen in time." I admitted.
"Well we can do whatever you want." He said
"My mother is sick." I said.
"Is it the flu? I hear it's going around." He said. I chuckled humorlessly as tears started swelling in my eyes.
"No, ha, she's um. She's mentally sick. She has all these things and they can't fix her without drilling into her and Ethan. Goddamn Ethan won't drop the idea of surgery! I told him that it's a bad idea- I told him." I said sobbing heavily. Asher is rubbing my back.
"It's going to be alright. You don't have to do this alone. I'm here for you. I'm here, don't cry." He cooed. I sat up and stared at him. His eyes were so soft compared to Seth's. He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned forward. I looked down so his forehead and mine would touch.
"Asher, I think we should go." I said standing up and walking to the car. There was a second of hesitation. But I continued to walk leaving my sand filled shoes there. I slid into his car and leaned back staring out the window.
"Peyton Elizabeth, I didn't mean to-"
"Just forget it. Take me home, please?" I ask. He doesn't reply but drives me back. My eyes stay glued to the window. My skin was clammy and wet and my hair was a mess. I closed my eyes tightly shutting out the bad thoughts as best I could. I just admitted to Asher that my mother was sick. I hadn't even told Andy.
Asher pulled up to my house and I got out quickly walking to my door and waving him off. He waved back and drove away. I sighed and walked in and hurried up the stairs. I closed the door to my room and laid on my bed wrapping my blanket around myself. I was dirty and wet and I stunk. But who cares my mom was dying. I started crying softly trying not to wake anyone up. My heart ached and my head was clouded. I grabbed my blanket and walked down from my bedroom and over to Ethan's. I climbed in his bed and cried in his chest. He mumbled empty promises in his sleep as he rubbed my back. Soon the door cracked open and in came Quinn.
"Pey? Are you okay?" She asked rubbing her eyes and climbing in on my opposite side.
"Yeah, Q. I'm gonna be alright." I said closing my eyes and letting my siblings envelope me with their unconditional love. Love. If only love could cure my mom.
Literal unconditional love for this chapter
Idk what else you guys wanna talk about?
Ooh if you guys ask questions I'll do character q&a for the following
-mr and mrs. Greene
-mr and mrs. Andrews