Chapter two

Sickness

Carly's POV

I woke up the next morning with a horrid stomach pain. Not all these symptoms match up to the virus going around school, it seems far worse. I drag myself out of the bed the clock read 8:30, church starts at 9:15. I shake Freddie who lay beside me, every Sunday I wake up everyone in my family. This was the only time we spent, our family operated around work. I worked a lot and Freddie everyday with his lame company, unfortunately he managed to have the better income. It always confused me I work the most, why does he make more. I soon learned that technology was a lot more than tuition. I continued to wake Freddie until he was up, then I proceed to Collins room. The room is covered in pictures from cheer practice, and a boy I think is her boyfriend.

"Collins honey get up we have church, starts in thirty minutes hurry up!" I shake her until she turns around and yells. I make my way to Peyton's room. It is covered with sports cars, monster trucks, everything minus Peyton. That only meant one thing the TV.I walk down one out of the two stairways that lead downstairs. I reach the fountain between the stairs; I look to my right and spot Peyton.

"Hi mommy," he says not taking his eyes off the batman and robin show. I walk over and nudge him.

"Hey Peyton, we have to go to church." I say trying to distract him. He turns from the T.V. screen and looks up at me.

"Don't tell me we have to go to that boring place and the man wears that dress." he says turning away from me and continuing to watch T.V.

"Peyton it's not a dress."

"Then what is it?" he asks wrapping himself in the T.V. not paying much attention.

"Ummm.... well it's," I couldn't think of what to call it.

"See mom you don't even know told it's a dress." I grab the remote and try turn off The T.V. However, I don't know which button to press; I only cause a menu to popup on the screen.

"Peyton Brian Benson, if you do not turn off this T.V. you will never get the end of it." I threatened "I will unplug it and cut of the cable."

At that, he jumps up and runs up the stairs, anything that involved taking away his computer, game thingy, or T.V. He would risk it right away. I follow him upstairs to find Freddie and Collins back in the bed. Maybe we could just stay home I thought; besides they are all very tired. I considered my thought then decided against it, I turn around and go back to my room.

"Freddie get up now," I yelled hitting him with a pillow. He didnt budge I tried again, he still didnt move. I loose my patience try to think of a way to wake him, I go over to the side of the room where his laptop sits on a desk. I pick it up

"How do you work this thing?" I flip it upside down. "Maybe this button will work," at that, he jumps out of the bed instantly.

"I'm up," he yells gently taking the laptop from my hands.

I go back to Collins room; she is lying on her bed wrapped in her covers. I walk around the room, wow I can't even remember the last time I came in here and wasn't trying to wake her up. Next, I was at her nightstand I picked up her cell phone.

"Mom what are you doing?" she yells snatching the cell phone away.

"Get ready for church now," I say firmly.

"Ok fine," she hopped out of the bed and ran out of the room.

Finally I could get ready myself, these symptoms were worsening I had cramps, headaches, and throwing up. This could not be what I think it is, how could that happen, I thought about it some more. If only those medical results would come back from the doctors, I would know how sick I am.

I put my dress suit on looked for a pair of shoes to match it. My suit is colored light silver and is jewels in different areas. I picked up my white shoes and white purse. Freddie is already dressed and on his laptop, he is wearing black dress pants and a blazer just like Peyton. We all finished and got into the car ready to go.

"Hey dad lets stop for our morning drinks," Peyton yells from the back seat of the crème colored Chevy Suburban.

"What's that?" I ask clueless to their routine.

"Dad takes us gets us a drink from Starbucks everyday before school," he yells out excitedly.

"Freddie don't tell me you have been giving my kids coffee,"

"Yea so what's wrong with that I used to drink coffee when I was younger?" He says turning the corner.

"Freddie Peyton is six and Collins is only fourteen that is way too young! Besides were late for church anyway."

"Ok kids mommy says no starbucks," he says turning on his right blinker to turn back into the right direction. Collins pulls out her earphones and took off her sunshades.

"Mom who cares if were late for church you're always doing this and being healthy and bossy. Its just coffee not the end of the world." she snaps.

I almost felt shattered but I would never let a restless child who only knows so little wreck my nerves.

"Collins," I say calmly but in a shaky voice. "Don't you talk to your mother like that, and no music before church." She ripped out her earphones and threw her ipod.

"Baby calm down don't throw your ipod, it can break," Freddie says from the front seat.

"Dad she's crazy almost like grandma or something tell her to let us go. Even if my ipod breaks I know I have a loving father who will buy a new one." She said loving father loudly hinting to me.

He pulls into the church parking lot and I got out and went to the back of the car to open the doors.

"I got it," yells Collins through the dark tinted glass window. I go around to the other side and help Peyton out of his car seat. Which he believes he is too big for but the legal age to stop is nine. He doesn't grab my hand because I wouldn't let him have any coffee; I leave both the kids to hang on Freddie. I am so jealous of him sometimes, the kid's love him if I would have called Collins baby as Freddie has done countless times. Including not to long ago, she would have snapped "my name is Collins how could you forget you named me right?" as she has told me before.

We walk into the silent catholic type church everything about it seems old and catholic. Even though it isn't a catholic church, but as Peyton said, the priest even wears a dress, which is a similarity. We sit down in a pew slightly in the middle of the church. The organ plays and an old classic hymnal comes from the choir. After the song ends, we all sit down and the sermon begins.

Peyton and Collins fall asleep on Freddie's shoulders, both of them sitting far away from me. Freddie remains awake giving me looks of strong disparagement.

Just as I was getting into the sermon, I begin to get strong stomach pains I knew what was coming next. I stood abruptly and made my way out of the aisle. Freddie shot me a strange look because he is most definitely aware I hate getting up in the middle of the service.

I practically run out of the church, ushers try to stop and ask if I need assistance but I ignore them and make my way out. I make it just in time to the woman's restroom; I lock myself in a stall and it happens. I feel very sick and I know I will eventually stop but it feels as if it will never."