I followed the boys to the hospital. So much had happened in the past three days it was hard to wrap my head around it. Everything seemed to be unraveling in my absence. Zach and Mark were drifting apart, Ashley's heart was being crushed under the weight of my choices, Emma grew to despise me even more if that was even possible, and Miles hated the fact that he loved me.

I couldn't quite decide whether I loved or despised hospitals. On one hand, they brought despair and countless of broken hearts along with thousands of deaths. Yet they also brought relief and they saved lives. They did everything they could for my sister and they're doing everything they can for me, but still tears were shed. Hospitals were paradoxes in itself.

I needed to see my parents, who were probably hurting more than anyone else. They'd already lost one child and here they were about to lose another.

Yet I dreaded the thought of seeing my mother who loved me so whole heartedly that she didn't seem to have any left for my dad. And I cringed at the thought of facing my father who was so oblivious and caught up in his job that he seldom had time for family. Truthfully, I loved my mom and dad because of the simple fact that they were my parents, not because they were good ones.

I ran my fingers along the wall that led to my hospital room, where there was bound to be the arguing that I had heard many nights before.

"Where were you? Your daughter was expecting you to show up to her award ceremony." Mom directed the words towards my father and she didn't stop there. "Did you forget that you have a family? Did you just magically forget how not to be a screw up?"

I'd never understand how she could speak to him that way. She was supposed to love him.

"Genevieve," He only ever called her by her full name when he was about to yell. "I'm tired and I would appreciate it if I could lie down in my home, where I pay all the bills, and not have to hear your annoying voice, thank you." She'd caught him on a good day. Usually by now I'd have to drown out the noise with music.

"You bastard! I hate you!" I peeked my head around the corner just in time to see her palm connect with his cheek. "I hate you! I hate you.." Her sobs weighed her down until she was a mess on the carpet.

"Get yourself together. You reek of alcohol yet you're here trying to make me seem like the bad guy for putting a roof over your head. You're nothing but a–" I ran down the stairs and into my backyard before I heard the monster that used to tuck me in at night.

Was that love? Is that what people died and killed for? Did everyone really live for that?

I smiled at a young boy being pushed in a wheelchair before remembering that he couldn't see me. He was smiling at a woman who seemed to be his mother. I was instantly jealous of him. Despite being in the hospital, he seemed happy. My feet propelled me forward but my mind was far away from the white walls and tiles. It drifted to the better memories. Ones where my parents didn't hate each other.

"Three things; book, song, drink." Dad squeezed her waist, unaware that I was spying on them.

"Mice of Men, Hold on by Wilson Phillips, and orange Fanta." Mom smiled at him like he was everything good in the world.

Three things was a gamed they liked to play while cooking together. One would give the other three things and then they'd have to use their answers and turn it into a story.

"Oooh gosh," He let out a laugh. "That's a hard one. How about this, I trade what will be a very hilarious story for an even better kiss." Dad replied, distracting Mom from the pancake she was about to flip.

Turning around Mom pretended to think about it. "I don't know. That story sounds very inviting right about now. I mean I could always use a good laugh." She giggled while teasing him.

"Well I can think of another way to make you laugh." Dad moved his hands up to the side of her stomach, allowing a smirk to form.

"Walter!" Her eyes widened as she realized what he was about to do. "Please don't-," she was cut off has he began to tickle her sides.

They laughed the morning away, completely in love with each other.

I drifted into the room to find the expected. They were on opposite sides of the room, as far away as they could get from each other. Mom stomped her foot like a child and threw several cuss words at Dad. He caught them with ease and tossed them right back.

It took me awhile to finally realize what, or who they were talking about.

"Haven't you learned you lesson, Walter? Your daughter needs you to be here for her, just like Rosa did. Stop drowning yourself in your damn work!"

"I'm here aren't I," He spread his arms out and let out a bitter laugh. "Stop blaming me for Rosalinda's death. I didn't give her cancer." Instead of loving his daughter he loved his work. He knew it too. Walter Reynolds was too much of a coward to admit how much of a bastard he'd been.

"Walter," Mom let out a helpless sob. "You know what her last words were? She told me, "I'm sorry I couldn't be a be better daughter. Tell daddy I love him." She couldn't even tell you goodbye because you weren't there! She died, she died thinking she wasn't enough and now-" She made her way to my bed side. "Oh Lil." She let herself fall apart next to my lifeless body. She drowned in the tears that escaped her eyes while my father stood there, unable to comprehend what he'd just heard.

I'd been there on Rosa's last day where she'd been weak and helpless. I also heard her last words. They were not the ones my mother spoke of.

"How come you never told me? I deserved to know that!" Mom's words were successful in hurting him.

She angrily made her way to him and poked his chest. "No Walter, you didn't." I chased after her as she fled the room. Immediately I knew where she was going. She needed to see him.

I kicked off my shoes as I closed the front door behind me. Today had been rough. I'd gotten into a fight with Caleb over something superficial that wouldn't even matter tomorrow. It'd been bringing down my mood all day.

I made my way up the twisted staircase before stopping midway. What was that noise? Mom and Dad weren't supposed to be home for another couple of hours. I listened closer, trying to decipher what direction the noise was coming from. I made my way back down, deciding that's where I had heard it from.

I rounded the corner into the kitchen. There was that noise again. It sounded like it was coming from the living room. Maybe Mom had left the television on again. She tended to do that, no matter how many times Dad got on her case about it.

I made my way into our living room planning on turning off the TV but much to my surprise I found two people laying on the couch. I started to back up and give them privacy before the man turned the woman over on the couch.

His hair was blonde.
Dad didn't have blonde hair.

A gasp escaped my lips before I could push it back down. It caused both of them to look up at me. Shock was written across the mans face as I assumed it did my mothers.

Mom wiggled herself out from under him and came towards me.

"Sweetheart listen to me." She took another step towards me.

"No." I took a step back.

"Let me explain. This isn't-"

"What it looks like? So you're not making out with some guy who isn't my father? You're not cheating on your husband?" I looked at her in disbelief. She was someone I looked up to once.

The unknown man opened his mouth to speak. "Look kid,-"

"No!" I let out a bitter laugh. "You do not get to speak to me. And you," I directed my attention towards my mother. "How could you do this to me?"

Ironically I wasn't mad at the fact that she was cheating on my father, in a way he deserved it. I was mad because she never even stopped to think of how it would effect me.

The blonde man who's name I eventually found was Tyler Walsh, Dr. Walsh, engulfed my mom in a hug. I stared at them while my anger boiled beneath the surface.

Pulling back my mom sighed. "Thank you. I needed that." She tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. "How is she?"

"You know that I don't know the exact details. I'm not her doctor Gen." He ran his gray eyes over my mother's bare face, accessing her dried tears and swollen eyes.

She started biting her nails in frustration. A habit that I'd picked up from her. "Why is she still in a coma?"

"You need to ask her doctor that. I'm sorry I can't be of better help."

Everything he said seemed to fly over her head. "Please help her. You have to help my babygirl." Her tears came back in full force.

Her boy toy seemed to be annoyed by the mess that was standing in front of him, begging for a miracle.  "Genny stop." His words came out a lot softer than I expected.

"I know. I know." She took a deep breath of air, attempting to calm her nerves. "I'm sorry." She leaned in to kiss him, despite the snot that has begun to run out of her nose.

He took a step back trying to do his best to avoid her. "You should go back to your husband."

Rejection shown through her light blue eyes. When my father chose work over her countless of times she went searching for love elsewhere. She didn't want to divorce him because of me. In the end, she was just lost and was trying her best to be okay while making sure that I was happy too. Sometimes the best intentions just aren't enough.

All she ever wanted was to be loved. I guess we had more in common than I thought.

A/N
Sorry for taking so long to update! Hope you enjoyed the chapter, don't forget to vote :)

So who should the next chapter be about?

Skye- Miles girlfriend/ Lila's best friend?

Or

Macy- The ex best friend who betrayed her?

|Other song of the chapter: Dollhouse, By: Melanie Martinez.|