1 I Am Afraid

The room was eerily silent as the man cried his heart out in front of the woman he loved so much but the said woman just glared at him with a void in her beautiful eyes.

" I am sorry, Isla." The man said with so much regret in his rough voice that made Isla's heart ache but she has to stay strong. She was naive before but not anymore. She was someone who would never say no to someone . She had easily fallen in love and she loved her husband hard and deeply.

She is back now and She isn't that softie she once was. She is back for revenge and she will make sure to get it.

" What can you do to gain my love again, Leo?" She asked, honey like voice low and stern as she continued to glare at her husband.

" Anything for you, My love." He replied.

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*Few months ago*

The constant beeping of machines can be heard throughout the room as a Isla laid there beside her mother who was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed.

The birds were chirping outside and any other day Isla would have loved to be outside, listening to those amazing sound but today she felt numb.

Yesterday night her mother got another attack and was rushed in the hospital.

She knew, she really knew but yet she don't want to agree that her mother don't have much time left.

She is on the last stage of brain tumor and Isla is feeling all torn up.

Her mother is the only family she has and loosing her is like loosing her own life.

It's not like she don't want to save her mother but instead because she can't save her.

Isla is a college going student and yet she works at a cafe to gain some amount of money that directly goes on the medicine for her mother.

Doctor entered the room and Isla was quick to get on her feet. The doctor smiled at her before making his way towards.

" Ms wright, if you could excuse us for few minutes?" Doctor asked and Isla nodded before walking out of the room.

The corridor of the hospital was empty and Isla shivered a little as the from the cold. She sat on the chair placed there.

Wearing nothing but a t shirt along with jeans is not a right choice when it is practically snowing outside.

She yawn ,her eyes almost falling shut. She haven't slept the entire night. For money she even started working at the night clubs as a waitress and gaining attention of all the drunk men was not a very pleasant way to spend a night.

The doctor came out and Isla directly stood up .

" Is my mom alright?" She asked, she sounded so hopeful that the doctor felt bad. She smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder.

" She is fine as for now. " She said and left her alone, again

Isla knew what the doctor mean. Her mother is well for now , no one can foresee what will happen in future.

Isla made her way inside the room , trying really hard to not cry. She felt miserable when she saw that her mother was now awake and looking at her with those kind and loving eyes.

She is her world. She can't imagine her life without her mother.

" Baby, come here." Her mother said and Isla instantly kneeled beside the bed, holding her mother's hand tightly in hers.

" You don't look well, Illy." Her mother commented. 'Illy' was her nickname that her mother often called her with. Even being in hospital, her mother still cared for her first.

" I am fine mom. Just a little tired, that's it." She replied to her mom who narrowed her eyes at her.

"You make me worry ,angel. What will you do when I would be gone?" Her mother asked, with a soft smile and that was all Isla needed to breakdown.

"Mom, please don't say that... You will be fine.... You have to be fine..." Isla sobbed and her mother just caressed her beautiful brown hair , trying really hard to keep her own tears at bay.

" Illy , everyone has to leave this world one day and I guess my time will arrive soon."

" Please... Mom don't say that..."

Ever since her father has died when she was just 3 years old ,her mother had done everything for her. She had been the father as well as mother figure in her life.

They really had no one to depend on ,no family ,no relatives . They had lived their life in a rented apartment.

Sometimes it was difficult to pay the rent yet her mother never stopped her from studying and now that she is just two years away to get her diploma , everything has started to fall as if it was made on a weak foundation.

Isla feels lost . She wants to be at her mother's place and let her mom have all the happiness that she deserved.

She placed her head on the bed , trying to calm herself from the sweet scent of her mother.

She is afraid to even imagine. She don't want to imagine. Imagine a life with her mother being on her side, imagine a life where there won't be her mother's lap to lay her head on .

" You know, George uncle?" Her mother suddenly asked and Isla blinked at her for few seconds before nodding her head. " Can you call him for me? Please?" Her mother requested and now Isla was confused.

Her mother has never asked for anyone's help, no, she wasn't rude but you can say that he just don't want to trouble people.

Even Isla has that quality ,never asking something from other people .

"Why mom?" She asked and her mother was now looking at her with furrowed eyebrows, as if she was thinking something really hard.

" Just call him please? I wanted to talk to him ." She explained and Isla nodded.

George was her mother's childhood best friend. After being married, they got busy with their own life.

George is now a successful businessman. They have his number but never ever tried to call him . It would be weird to call him now but Isla has no other choice.

She nodded to her mother before taking out her cheap phone and dialling George's number.

After few rings, the phone was finally received.

"Hello?" The deep was of the owner was heard and Isla bite her lips, confused about what to say.

" Are you mr George?" She asked instead and waited for the reply.

" Yes. And who are you?" George questioned .

" I am Isla Wright, daughter of Jennifer Wright." She said ,even her voice sounded a little nervous. George's company was one of the known company of the country. She doubted that whether he would want to talk to someone like them.

Sure , her mother and him had been friends but they haven't talked for years now.

" Oh! Illy?" He asked and Isla got confused as to why this man knew her by her nickname.

"Yes?"

" How are you ? How is Jennifer?" He asked, his voice sounded giddy and Isla let out a breath she didn't knew she was holding. " I have seen you when you were so little!" He sounded a bit cheerful, unlike his normal persona which Isla had seen a lot of times on TV

"Actually..." She let out a breath,her mother was watching her, giving her a encouraging smile while caressing the back of his hand. " Mom is in hospital." She closed her eyes as she heard a gasp from the other side. " She is in the last stage of brain tumor."

"What?! Why haven't you guys contacted me earlier?" He asked, he sounded worried as he waited for Isla to answer but on the other side Isla remained completely quite. She hates it when her brain do not function properly. " Send me the address of the hospital. I will be there soon." He said .

"Sure." Isla said and ended the call . She was quick to send the address to him . It felt weird to ask help from him but again what choice does she have?