A Request from My Best Friend

Juliet's POV

I groaned as my alarm clock rang again."plzzz 5 more minutes. I told myself".

You must be thinking that I am a lazy brat who lives on her father's money. But the truth is just the opposite.

I am Juliet Wilson 23 years old and an addiction therapist by profession.

As you can see being a therapist is not the easiest work on the planet. In this profession you have to deal with your patient with lots of patience for example:- if your patient has anger issues, he or she will try to release it on you, why? because you are there to help them but in their point of you are the centre of their problems. In other words, they don't want to get cured so they will do anything to make you quit or leave them alone.

In other cases, if your patient is in a depressed state, they will try to hurt themselves.

And so the list is going on. I have chosen this profession because I really wanted to help others. It gives me some kind of satisfaction and happiness that I am helping someone and making their lives beautiful.

I was lost in my thoughts until my phone thought about bringing disturbance into my life.

*Ring* ring*

Aww, I hate doing this but then I slowly crawled down to reach my phone which was laying on the nightstand.

"Hello. Who is it?"

It's me Juliet, Max. You forgot about our meeting, right?"

Somebody yelled from the other side.

"Huh- what did you say?"

"You are still in your bed, right? Snoring like a pig?".

Then I realised that it's my friend Max. How stupid am I? I forgot about our breakfast meeting. Shoot !!

"Oh Max I am sorry I really forgot about our meeting. I'll be right there. Just give me 5 minutes". I told him coming back to my consciousness.

If you're thinking that Max is my boyfriend then you are totally wrong. He is my 60 years old friend whom I met during my visit to his company. Because one of his employees needed help with his stress management. So being a good employer he called me for help. We became friends after that the story is still going on...

So, coming back on the current situation I am already late for the meeting and Max is so angry. So, I took the fastest shower in the history and got ready to face Max's wreath upon me.

It took 10 minutes to reach there. When I reached there, I saw Max waving at me. And he had already ordered my favourite for me. He knows me so well.

"So Max what's the matter?" I asked seriously

"I need your help Juliet" he answered without blinking.

"So is there any employee in the office who is suffering from anxiety, depression or anger management issues in your office"? I asked trying to act professionally this time.

"My own son" was the only word he uttered.

"WHAT?" I almost spilt my orange juice.

"No No No it can't be possible. You must be joking right? you know how much he hates me. You know he seriously thinks that I am a good digger bitch who is sticking with you just because of your money. The last time when I tried to explain to him our relationship, he almost called up security on me." I replied sharply without taking any breath.

The only person I hate the most is Sebastien Mayer. Just a single glare from him sends chills to my spine. He is 25 years old, known for his playboy, arrogant and rude behaviour. He thinks of himself as the king of the world who can buy anything by just twitching his hands. He treats women as playthings and changes them like outfits. Every week you would find someone new in his arms.

Ohh gosh just thinking about him is giving me a headache.

" Please Juliet you are my last hope darling, I can't sleep at night by thinking that what's going to happen to my son. Is he ever going to settle down with a girl?" He pleaded

"So what? You have all the time in the world to find a perfect wife for him, Max. Why are you worrying so much about it?" I explained to him.

" Not all the life Juliet". He said without looking at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked worriedly.

"I am dying Juliet; I've been sick lately and today my doctors confirmed that I am suffering from blood cancer- last stage. I have hardly one year left. That's why I called you for this meeting, you are my last hope darling. Consider it as my last wish".

Max's answer left me shocked. It took some time to settle down his words and then it hit me. He is freaking dying. No! No! No! He can't die like this. He is my one and only friend in this world. What would I do without him? He is the last person I consider as a family.

This is happening all over again. I am again on the edge to insanity again on a point where I would lose someone so dear to me. The fear is again grasping my life "There would be no one left with me."

"No, it can't be happening Max. You promised me that you'll stay with me. You promised me that you would be there when I feel down. You said you will be the one who will walk me to the alter on my wedding day. You promised me that you'll stay by my side forever". The anger inside me burst out in form of tears and I cried, the tears started pouring down on my face. I can't let him die. Why does God hate me so much? Why?

" It is my destiny darling; you can't do anything to change it. But if you want to do something for this old man then do one thing".

I tried to hold back my tears. Hiccupping, I tried to hold his hands in my wobbly hands- "I'll do anything, Max, just tell me what to do?". I said without looking into his eyes.

"Get narried Sabastien". He replied.

"What? ". Shock and fear were written all over my face.

"Try to understand baby I don't have much time. I want to see my son settling down before I leave this world and I am sure that only you can do that only you can bring my son out of the dark. You can be his ray of sunshine, his saviour. Only you can teach him how to live a life". Max tried to sound it reasonable.

"But he hates me, Max, how am I supposed to help him when he hates my existence to the very core and on the top of this, I don't even love him". I answered worriedly.

I know Max is worried about his son but I am sure about one thing that Sebastien is not going to marry me. He'll think that I manipulated his father to let me marry him.

But I can't let Max down especially not this time when he needs me the most. But how am I going to live with a person who hates me enough to kill me?

Am I ready to sacrifice my life for Max? My happiness? My freedom?

Could I do that? The answer was clear.

YES

"I'll do it Max," I told him.

If it gives him hope that I can change his son then I can't take it away from him. I know I am signing my life away but if it is the price, I have to pay for Max then I am ready to pay it.

"Oh, thank you so much Juliet darling, I am so happy that you are getting married to my son. You gave this dying man so much happiness." He smiled.

I can see the tears of happiness in his eyes.

"Tell him the news first," I told him smiling but I was dying from the inside.

It felt like there is nothing left in my life.

"I'll take my leave now Max, I'll call you tomorrow" by saying that I kissed his cheek and left the restaurant.

From tomorrow my life won't be the same anymore.

The whole night I was lying sleepless on my bed staring at my ceiling and thinking about upcoming horrific events which are going to happen shortly.

"How is he going to react after hearing the news from Max? am I going to be left alive after he hears the bad news? Is he going to kill me? Oh God, these thoughts giving me Goosebumps.

At least it is the last time I can sleep peacefully only God has the answers to these questions.

Slowly I drifted to my peaceful slumber.