A/N-Hey guys this is my first story! Be nice and review and let me know what you think!
Rachel's POV
I heard the phone ring, but I couldn't get to it because I was working out. About thirty minutes later I got of the elliptical, and got the phone out of my purse. I looked at the screen, and it said Jessie St. James. I kept on thinking why he called, but I had no idea. Finally I got the nerve to call him.
The phone was ringing and ringing, and finally he answered. I could tell in his voice that he had been crying. I asked him why he called and he started to cry. It was a little awkward, and then he finally told me that Shelby had a heart attack.
As soon as he told me I dropped the phone and slid down the wall. I didn't know what to feel. She was my mother, but not my mom. She chose not to be. This same question kept on popping up in my mind "Would she care if I died?" I knew she would care; in fact she would care a lot. I felt the tears come down my face, and then I knew that I did care about her and everything that had to do with her.
It came to me that Shelby Corcoran (my mother) was dead and now because of her and me, there would be no happily ever after. It wasn't an option anymore.