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Melissa's pov

" He told me that he brought your father to the hospital, but I don't know if he was telling the truth" for some reason, I find it hard to believe what I just heard , is he saying the truth or not. How I wish he really did that, I just can't keep hoping that am not wrong about him.

But wait, how is that possible, I thought. The fact that Melanie made mention of Bobby driving to the hospital, only with her. It made no sense, I muttered in my head.

"I thought Melanie said they came together" I replied, trying not to sound curious. He glared at me, deep down I know he might be wondering why i am so engrossed with the topic. He darted his eyes back to the windshield, "Maybe he said that to make me feel bad" he refused to look at me, neither did he say mire than that, I felt a twinge of guilt, he must be feeling remorse right now, blaming me himself for not there to help him.

"Draven" I called softly, "Yes," he answered but still refused to throw me a glance, I inhaled deeply, I don't think I will be able to forgive my self, by hurting the feeling of anyone that cared for me, even if it just a bit.

"You don't have to feel bad, it's an inevitable situation, it is bound to happen" thinking of it again sent a cold sensation down my spine, more than anyone, I believe this is the time to start strong for my family, and do anything to support.

"How much time does he have left?" His question interrupted my thoughts. My body became numb as his question hit me, I stared at the tan leather I was sitting on, trying to dislodge the sudden lump that suddenly formed down my throat, heat flooding my face, all the way down my hairline, I don't feel like talking about, neither do I want to break the painful news to him. I feel like an being camped into a tight corner, and am left with only a option, which is to break the news to him.

"Melissa!" He called, vehemently. It was not that loud. But I flinched all the same, raising my head immediately, only to find him staring at me, he looked concerned. I find my self gawking back at him, then, the words slipped out on their own.

"Less than a month" I replied, I watched as his expression changes to an expression I can't comprehend, but also looked confused. Finding it hard to believe what he just heard, he opened his mouth, but not even a word leaves it.

"Are you sure you are okay?"

"Like I said it's fine, I don't want to think about it again" I replied, gloomy. I just don't want to think about it again, just that I can't help it. I know am not that strong, and breaking into tears again won't be a good thing to do.

We stayed silent for the next couple of minutes, without saying a word to each other, Draven is now resting his head on the car steering, face buried into it. I'm starting to feel a slight headache which made me to rest my head on the car headrest, my eyes moving to and fro on the car car stereo system.  I can see that Draven is not even moving an inch from the corner of my eyes, I don't think I will forgive myself for changing his mood.

"What do you think can make  Melanie to stay this long?" I tried saying something, at least to alleviate the sudden, silent atmosphere.He grumbled something user his breath that i don't seemed to get, before raising his head.

"Bobby is yet to leave, maybe the two are having a conversation "

"Conversations?" I repeated in surprise, hope Melanie won't have told him about everything about my father? I shook my head off the thought,I don't think she can do that. But to think if it, what can the two be possibly discussion to make her stated these long? I found myself contemplating about the perfect answer to the puzzle.

"Should I go and check?," Draven asked, stopping my train of thought.

"You don't need to, let just wait,"

"But still, don't you think.......We heard a continuous tapping at  the side where Draven was sitting at, the driver side.

" I think she is here" I mumbled, Draven quickly pressed a button and the glass wind down automatically, revealing Melanie face, as I guessed 😃

I feel like calling her name, but I don't know the force that keeps preventing me from shouting her name, before I could get myself together, Draven as proceeded to open the car door, and stepped out before I could even say a word. I stayed silently, waiting for the two to enter, so we can leave this place. My skin feel numb, and my body feels weak but am not hungry even if I am, I won't be able to put anything into my mouth. After waiting silently, under the dim light that was glistening above my head, I pushed the door opened, with aim of asking them what they are not coming in. But to my amusement, immediately I pushed the door opened, the first person my eyes landed on is the least person I expected to see, not even tonight. I became hyperventilating, almost immediately, forgotten how to breath, and also struggling for air. The look on his face was mixed with different emotions, his face flickered as gazed into mine, but was replaced with the stoic look am used to. In my mind, I can't stop thinking that he knew everything about my father, maybe that's why he is here, a pure sympathy, right?

Melanie quickly rushed to my side, supporting me.

"You are up?" Draven asked, making me wonder why he meant by that.

"Just stay still, we are leaving immediately" he added, before I could even say a word

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