Molten Chocolate - S01 E22

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Molten Chocolate - S01 E22

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 22

Unexpected

Jasmine's POV

I signed the permission papers with shivering hands. I couldn't even hold the pen steady enough to sign my name properly. I handed the documents back to Dr. Shannon after reading them carefully and signing my name on the dotted line. I raked my fingers through my hair and covered my face with the palm of my hands as I sobbed quietly into them.

"You don't want to spend time with your mother?" Dr. Shannon asked me when I was about to leave the room.

"No. How could I? I'm on the verge of losing her. I'm on the verge of losing the one person who's been there for my sister and I through everything-- through every phase of our miserable lives. Through all the first time experiences, through everything. I'm losing all of that. It's just unfair. It just seems so unfair," I cried and the tears came once again.

Dr. Shannon remained silent.

________flashback

"Cindy Kingman threw fruit punch all over my dress, Mommy," I cried in the arms of my mother.

It was my sophomore year in high school. The school was hosting a dance for all the new sophomores. Jerry Fisher, a very popular boy, had asked me to the dance and I quickly agreed to it. Well, who wouldn't?

Jerry Fisher was handsome, popular and the hot topic among the girls. Every girl was swooning over him, including the seniors.

I couldn't believe it when he asked me, of all people, to the dance. My world spun faster and slower at the same time. I felt like I was floating up to cloud nine. Jerry Fisher would be my date to the high school dance.

Mom and I spent hours at the mall shopping for the perfect dress for me. She was excited as well. She always loved seeing Zenia and I happy. And I was so happy.

Jerry Fisher is my date to the high school dance. Unbelievable.

I was at my locker when he stopped by with his group of friends.

"Hi Jasmine," he greeted, leaning next to me and staring into my eyes, which fell on him immediately.

I couldn't understand why he was even talking to me. I was a nerd. Books were bae. I had no real friends.

"Hi, Jerry," I managed to greet back without falling over on my face or fainting.

"You got a date to the dance as yet?" he asked, which earned some laughter from his friends.

I eyed them suspiciously. "No I don't," I answered.

Who would want to take me to the dance?

And, like he was reading my mind, he said the following words, and I quote: "Good, because I would definitely like to take you to the dance as my date. I'll be at your house at seven."

Then he walked away with his body of loyal followers.

I heard them laughing as they walked down the hallway; I just thought that boys were just being boys.

But Jerry Fisher ran a game on me. He had already asked Cindy Kingman to the dance. He made a bet with his friends that he would ask me, the nerd, to the dance. They predicted that I would go all out to make myself look pretty for him; and I did.

The night of the dance, I sat down on the porch waiting for him. He said seven o' clock. I looked at my wrist watch; it said seven fifteen. Guys!

7:30 pm

7:45 pm

8:00 pm

8:30 pm

9:00 pm

Jerry never came.

The school was approximately a mile and a half away so I walked. Alone.

I thought, Jerry Fisher must be having car problems and his phone died so he couldn't call me and come over.

When I finally arrived, his car was parked in one of the spots in the lot. When I got inside the gymnasium, where the dance was being held, I spotted him and Cindy making out on the dance floor. Call me stupid, but I approached him. I needed answers.

I guess my interruption was very rude because Cindy held a glass of fruit punch over my head and emptied the entire contents on me. Punch soaked through my white dress quickly, staining it and causing my underwear to become visible.

Everyone laughed. Everyone.

I was so humiliated. I ran out of the dance as fast as my legs could go. I ran and cried all the way back home like the 'last little piggy'. You, know "This little piggy cried wee wee wee, all the way home."

Mommy was there to comfort me, as always.

___End Of Flashback_____

Oh, how I'll miss my mother.

I walked out of the door and slowly made my way to the elevator. I didn't want to come back here. Every time I did I felt guilty and unhappy. In order to get over these feelings I couldn't come back.

I can't take it. I can't. I really can't.

It was so hard seeing my mother being kept alive by machines, but those machines could only do so much for her.

I entered the elevator.

"Miss Blackman! MISS BLACKMAN! WAIT!" I heard someone calling after me.

I peered out and saw Dr. Shannon.

I stepped out of the elevator.

"What is it doctor? Is she dead? You do have permission to pull her plug, so why have you stopped me?" I asked.

She looked startled by my response but then she gathered herself together.

"I just got word from the supervisors. An anonymous donation has been made for your mother's transplant. Her name has been moved to the top of the list and the other medical expenses have been paid off. She'll be moved into surgery first thing tomorrow morning."

I pinched myself. I felt it.

I slapped my wrist. I felt it.

So I wasn't dreaming, but my head couldn't wrap around what had been said. I thought my ears were deceiving me.

"Please repeat," I said to Dr. Shannon.

"Miss Jasmine Blackman," she began, "your mother, Susan Blackman, is going to be alright. You don't have to cry anymore," she said, hugging me. "You don't have to cry anymore. No more painful tears now. She's going to be okay. She's scheduled for surgery first thing tomorrow morning. She'll be alright, I promise you. No more tears."

But I was crying. I was crying with happiness this time.

Some generous person had paid for mom's transplant. Not only that, they also paid off the medical bills from her previous treatments-- the bills I was still paying for.

I couldn't believe this was really happening. I wouldn't be losing my mother after all.

Bradley really kept his word.

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