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Only a few days have passed now, it's Wednesday and it's getting closer and closer to the wedding. The wedding I never imagined taking place. But it is what it is, I suppose.

I stare at Olivia who is playing around with her cereal, she tosses the cereal pieces over with her large table spoon, showing that she isn't hungry one bit.

"You okay Elijah?" Her words almost come out as a whisper, I just nod lightly.

"Do you want to go out today?" I ask and she shakes her head, she wants to take the day off of school, but I just won't allow it.

"You've go to go Liv, you've got to make something of yourself." I announce and I receive a huff.

"Fine." She sighs in defeat and finally walks away to her room to change out of her pyjamas. I feel bad, but I must push her to do her best at school.

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Moments passed and I sat in the car waiting for Liv's arrival, she arrived and was finally dressed. She was wearing a checkered skirt along with a plain white blouse. The outfit looked lovely for sure, but of course she had to attention seek somehow.

"Liv." I announce but she looks at me with a clueless facial expression.

"There are decent shoes in the back seat, wear those." I demand and she takes in a deep sigh.

"Fine." She leans over and grabs the pair of vans that are now on her feet, she places the heels in the back seat and looks at me and mutters. "Is that better?" I nod and begin to drive. I knew she'd pull a stunt, I'm just lucky I always keep a pair of vans in the car for her.

The drive was short, I parked up and allowed Liv out of the car, I waved goodbye to her grumpy face as she carried her subject books. I chuckled when she tried to act stubbon and sassy. It just didn't work too well.

I took in a deep breath and finally pulled back the gear stick and began to spin my steering wheel. The car began to move and the fresh air was finally hitting me and my body. The coolness was running through the rolled-down window and allowed it to stroll up my nostrils.

Driving home was almost a routine yet again. I pulled up at the driveway and decided to stroll up the stairs, I wasn't going to do much. Shower and probably go back out and see my mother.

I reached the door and opened it wide enough to fit in my slouched body. I sighed as I headed for the shower. My clothes were now covering the bathroom floor and I was now naked. I couldn't get over what happened a few days ago. Even Olivia questioned what was going on, but in all honesty. I couldn't one hundred percent process everything in my mind. Everything happened too quickly, well, and ended too quickly.

Jayden and I grew closer, I allowed her back into our lives. But yet again she strolls along and trashes it once again. Takes advantage and runs back off.

The water trailed down my spine as the horrible thoughts lodged in my mind, they were unwanted. Unneeded. But yet, I was still thinking of them. The fact we had slept together the night before, then I found out she's getting married. But she expects me to run along with the idea of a fake relationship between them two? I couldn't. So I cut ties.

I rummaged the shampoo in my hair and grabbed onto my scalp, I was running my fingers through my hair with pure frustration, but there wasn't anything I could do about it now. It's over, what ever began to start is now suddenly over in a matter of moments.

I tilted my head to encourage the bubbles to fall from my body and trail down the drain, to avoid going into my eyes. I was thankful that the water was with me on this one and helped indeed.

I sighed and turned off the knob as soon as my body was washed. I wrapped the towel around my body and dried off all of the droplets that still tried to run down my body to the floor. I didn't allow that to happen, not many things are in my control at the moment, so controlling the few things I can is an advantage.

I scrubbed another towel over my damp hair which was already dripping down my chest, I looked at myself in the mirror but quickly turned around when I saw my reflection. I can't even be bothered to dress nice today, they usually say women show the most pain. But I don't think I've ever been in so much pain. Not really.

I put on some sporting shorts along with my sporting top, nothing special.

I slid on my trainers and I took my phone, I locked the door with the keys and zipped them in my shorts to allow them to stay safe. I took in a deep breath and looked around at my surroundings. I began to job slowly to begin with, I decided not to run to my mother's. I needed fresh air, and being stuck in a car won't get me anywhere.

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Moments passed and I was finally at my mother's house, the sweat was already forming on my forehead, but I didn't mind. I could feel the small droplets tickle down my spine. I knocked on my mother's door and there she sat with a wide smile. She was much better don't get me wrong, but every small step seems to be so far away.

She sits there in her wheelchair and moves to the side to allow me in. I smile at her and shut the door up for her to save her attempting to sit up. I walk to the front room and help myself to the sofa, it almost feels odd to see my mother in the front room with me. I can't remember how long it's been. But here she is in the room, but in a wheelchair.

"How are you honey?" She speaks up, her voice is so clear now. We knew her illness was expensive, but they couldn't figure out what the illness was. Not one hundred percent.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I question her and a large smile was printed across her face.

"I'm well, now, how's Liv?" She cocks up her brow and I release a small chuckle.

"Stubbon, sassy." I add and she smiles more, of course she's smiling.

"And that girl?" She raises both of her brows and smiles brightly, she's definitely getting the wrong idea.

"That girl mother is long gone now." I announce sadly, I almost find my voice cracking and breaking as I force the words out of my mouth. Her lips pout as she hears the words but her face is almost questionable.

"Why?" She asks.

"Because, she's getting married." I sigh and find myself leaning to my hands, my head feels heavy.

"Have you been sleeping?" She asks, I cock my brow at her and almost chuckle.

"Sleeping? Of course not." I mutter, I look up and back down again as I take in a deep breath, I'm struggling to contain my anger and frustration at the moment. And it's almost odd to find myself speaking to my mother about life issues when I thought she was going to die.

"Then you like her clearly." She says all smug, I laugh at her and her honesty. But I suppose she isn't lying. I did like Jayden, otherwise I wouldn't have slept with her.

"I slept with her the night before I found out..." I release the breath that I was holding in and almost refuse to look in my mother's eyes. But I find myself doing so a few seconds later.

"Oh." Is all she could say, I nod in agreement and lay back against the back of the sofa. I stare at her as her facial expression is full of pity and sadness.

"Don't pity me mum, it is what it is I suppose." I announce.

"Don't say it like that Elijah, you're a great guy and any woman would be lucky to have you, you're the kindest man I've ever met and I know how much of a role model you are for your sister, I appreciate you being there for her when I couldn't. I wish I could've, but I didn't have the energy to do so. I was so ill but you picked yourself up and stood up to the stage, you took control and helped me raise her into a gorgeous, kind teenager she is." I find myself smiling at her words but almost feeling down also.

"If you like that girl that much, then you need to run to her. You need to get her, if you like her the way you're telling me then you need to listen to me. I know you wouldn't open yourself up to just anyone, you open up yourself to people who deserve it. Now Elijah. Listen to your mother and do as your told." I chuckle along with her and wrap my arms around her, I love my mother. I always have and I always will. She's always been there, bedbound or not.