Back at the house I head into my old bedroom. The idea of losing this place hurts. I grew up here, and have so many memories of mom here.
Sighing I plop on my bed looking my room over. With everything that has happened I might stay here, keep a closer eye on dad. Pulling my phone out I text Chloe to let her know.
Hey, so dad had a heart attack. -T
What? I'll leave work now, I'm coming over. -C
He is fine and at the hospital for observation. -T
You sure? -C
It's a long story, I'll tell you about it later. I'm going to get my things and stay here though, keep an eye on things. -T
Okay, I'll try and come over tomorrow?-C
Sounds good. -T
Stepping into my room it looks just like I left it. My hands slide against the wall where the paint is faded from an old poster. Glancing around the
