"Bite me," I spoke bitterly into the phone, sighing when I heard a huff on the other line.

"Honey, please just listen to me. It's not the end of the world; things will get better with time." As if it wasn't already obvious, mom isn't good with trying to calm me down. "Just come home for a little bit, your father wants to see you."

"Mom," my voice cracked and I could feel the sensation in the back of my throat, signaling that I was close to crying. "Why did you tell me now? If you would've told me months ago I could have stopped this from happening." I sniffled and wiped my eyes. "Is there anything that will help?"

"There is an immediate surgery that could stop it, but it's really expensive; and sweetie, we just don't have that kind of money right now."

"You may not, but I do."

"I can't possibly make you do that."

"Mom, I have the money. Even if I didn't, I would make sure that Grams would help." I could sense her shaking her head. "Is there something that you're not telling me?"

"There's a reason why we don't have any money."

"There's always a reason! That's it, I'm coming home. You're not dealing with this without me."

"Honey, you don't have to-"

"Yes, I do. I love you mom, I'll be there by tomorrow." I hung the phone up and sat it on the charger. Lash and Frankie walked into the room laughing but stopped when they noticed me, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"What's wrong, doll-face?" Frankie asked, lifting my chin and smiling at me.

"M-my d-d-dad…"

"What about your dad?"

"He has cancer," the words left my mouth and the tears came down faster. "He only has a month left to live and mom decides to tell me today. There's an immediate surgery that he could have but it's expensive."

"And you're thinking that you can't put a price on family." Lash added in and I nodded.

"Can you deal without me for awhile?" Frankie nodded but Lash looked less approving.

"I want to come with you." I'm not against him going, but why? Why would he want to go with me?

"If you want to, you can. I'll bring Bobby too. Can you handle the village idiots, Frankie?"

"Of course," she hugged me once more and left the room. The tension in the room could've been cut with a knife so I gave Lash a fake smile. He walked up to me and put his hand on my neck with his thumb caressing my jaw line.

"It'll be okay," he whispered into my ear and kissed my temple. I nodded and hugged him. I realized what was happening and let go of him then cleared my throat.

"We'll leave when it gets dark. Pack enough for two or three weeks, can you drop by Bobby's room?" He nodded and I walked out of the room, shaking my head.

We were an hour or two from my parent's house. Bobby has been asleep for the past three or so hours. Lash and I were sitting in complete silence until he cleared his throat.

"How much money did you bring?" He asked, fiddling with his hands.

"Enough," I replied in hopes that we could go back to the silence, but nope- not with Lash.

"What kind of cancer does he have?" I replayed the conversation I had with my mom in my head but kept my eyes on the road.

"Gastric cancer," Lash gave me a confused look. "He has stomach cancer. It's Stage four, meaning that a cure is rare. Surgery is the only option for him. But that won't guarantee him living a full life." I pulled over onto the side of the road and turned the engine off. I opened the door and ran into the grass, throwing up as I did so. I felt my hair being pulled back and looked up to see Lash. "The stress got to my stomach," I mumbled and wiped the corner of my mouth with my hand. "There should be a bottle of water in the car, can you…?" He nodded and let go of my hair, then walked back to the car. I slid the hair tie off of my wrist and pulled my hair back.

"Here," he handed me the bottle and I gargled then spit it out. "Do you want me to drive the rest of the way?"

"Please," I sat in the grass and laid back. "Why did she have to tell me now? Of all the times she could have told me, she tells me now!"

"What's so wrong with telling you now? Other than the fact that she waited 'til the last minute."

"I'm going through so many things right now. It's the worst possible time! I have Bobby to help, and then there's people finding out about me, and then there is you." I whispered the last part.

"What about me?"

"Nothing," I looked away from him.

"No, now tell me. I want to know."

"I'd rather not."

"Well I'd prefer you do."

"I'm trying to decipher how I feel about you, okay? Happy, now?" Even though it was dark I could feel his face light up. He put both hands on my face and leaned down to kiss me. I kissed back but pulled away early. "I don't want to interrupt everything, but uh… I still have the taste of puke in my mouth." He laughed and helped me stand up.

"Sleep in the car; I'll drive the rest of the way."

"Thanks a bunch, sweet-pea." He lifted me bridal style and carried me back to the car.

"Unbutton your pants." My eyes widened and I stared at him.

"I, uh, don't think this is the time for-" he laughed once more and shook his head.

"If your jeans are buttoned it can make the stomach worse." I could feel my face redden. "Don't be embarrassed."

"I'm not," I bit my lip and looked away from him.

"Liar," I scoffed and stuck my tongue out at him.

"Now I need sleep," I moaned in disapproval against the passenger seat when he sat me down. "You're more comfortable than this damn seat."

"Go to sleep." As soon as he said this, I could feel myself pass out.

"Wake up," Lash whispered while pushing my arm.

"I don't want to get up," I mumbled against the seat.

"We're here." He said loudly, causing me to growl. Thank god for tinted windows, the sun was up and (in my opinion) about to burn a damn hole through the hood of the car.

"Are you ready to meet my mom?" I asked Bobby when I stepped out of the car. She nodded and smiled. I walked up to the door and rang the oh-so-familiar doorbell. I heard the faint sound of footsteps and backed up. When my mom opened the door I felt my jaw drop a little.

"Hey, sweetheart," she kissed my cheek but I was still in complete shock.

"M-mom, when were you going to tell me about… this?" She ran a hand through her dark brown hair.

"When you got here," she put her hand on her bulging stomach.

"So this is why you couldn't help dad with money, because you're pregnant?" She nodded and let a tear drop. "How many months?"

"Eight," she paused and looked down. "We found out whenever we took your father into the hospital and I fainted during his check up."

"Don't worry about the money for the hospital or surgery, I've got it covered."

"How much money did you bring? It's going to be expensive." I slid my hand into my back pocket and held out a check for her to take. "Honey, this is too much."

"Mom, it's for dad. I'm not going to let anything happen to him, especially not when you're like this."

"But one hundred thousand?" Lash's eyes bulged a little and he gawked at me. "How did you even get this?" Did I forget to mention that mom knows nothing about me being the Scarlet Vixen?

"There's something I think I should tell you."

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