Break the Distance

Chapter 47

Monday 3rd of October, 2016

Wellington, New Zealand

Richelle Smith

So now I've been laying on the couch for 3 days. Great. There goes my vacation. Friday afternoon after the tests they tried to call my dad again and this time he luckily picked up, so he came and we went home. I've been sleeping and sleeping and more sleeping, and not really anything else. Now I'm halfway through day 4.

"How are you feeling?" my dad asks and gives me a glass water. "I'm starting to feel better," I say. I'm nowhere close to feeling good again, but it's getting slowly better. "I've to go somewhere this afternoon," my dad says, "but call me if there's something." I nod. "Where are you going?" I ask. "I'm going to hear if I got that job," he says nervous. "I'm sure you got it," I say and smile. My dad will finally have a job again.

"I hope so," he says and smiles nervously, "I'll see you later then." "Okay," I say, "good luck." "Thanks," he says and with that he leaves.

I look on my phone after he left. 3 PM, that means Noah will be going to the Airport soon. He'll be flying back to Canada this afternoon. I'm still so sad that I haven't met him, but I'm going to meet him. No matter what I've to do for it.

I decide to call him, hopefully he has some time.

"Hi Richelle," he says when he picks up the phone. I can't help but instantly smile. "Hi," I say. "What's up?" he asks. "Oh nothing much," I say, "just wondering how you are doing." "I'm good," he says, "except for the fact that we're going back to Canada soon." "I bet your little sister is a lot happier about it," I say and hear him laugh. "That's true," he says, "so how're you doing?" "I'm slowly starting to feel better," I say, "I've still a lot of pain, but it's going better."

"Good," he says, "you'll be fine. And how's your dad doing?" "Pretty good actually," I say, "he's now away to hear if he got the job." "Oh nice," Noah says, "so then you finally don't have to work anymore." "I wanted a job myself," I say. "yea but right now you've basically a fulltime job," he says, "and you're graduating in a few weeks."

"True," I say, "we'll see. We'll see if I even can work with my concussion." "Take your time to get better," he says. "Yes sir," I say and I hear him laugh. I can't help but laugh slightly too. "I've to go before I get angry friends," Noah says then. "Okay," I say a little disappointed, talking to Noah is nice.

"Do you actually have WIFI on the plane?" I ask. "Don't know actually," he says, "I'll text you if I have." "Okay," I say and smile. "Talk to you later then," he says. "Talk to you later," I say and hang up.

I'm still staring at my phone when my dad comes home. "And?" I ask hopeful. "Nope," he says walking straight to the kitchen. "What no?" I ask confused. "I didn't get the job," he says, "they've someone better." I sigh and close my eyes.

"What does this mean?" I ask. "Don't know," my dad says, "now that you can't work I really don't know." "I'm sure I'm better end of this week," I say. Honestly I don't think I'll be, but I've to be a little positive. "Let's hope," he says. "Dad don't give up," I say, "you'll find something else, something better."

"Anyways I'm going to bed," my dad says. "Why?" I ask confused. "I don't feel right," he says and with that he goes upstairs. I sigh. I feel bad for him. He's a hard worker, he definitely deserved to get that job.

"Good evening," Brandon says walking in I must have fallen asleep after my dad went upstairs. Brandon is clearly drunk again, like always.

Yes.

Right when I thought that thinks couldn't get worse they got worse. "Brandon what are you doing here?" I ask. "Can't I just be home?" he asks. "You don't live here anymore," I say, "dad kicked you out." "I don't see him here," Brandon says stupidly looking around. "He's upstairs," I say, trying to stay calm.

"I'm hungry," Brandon says starting towards the kitchen. I am too weak to do anything about it, I'm basically hopeless. A while later I hear my phone buzz. I smile when I see that it's Noah. 'Hi,' I send. 'And is your dad already back?' he asks. 'Yea, he didn't get the job,' I send. 'What? Why?' Noah asks. 'Then had 'someone better', I send. 'stupid,' he sends. Yea that's what it is. It's just stupid.

'I know,' I send. 'he'll find something else,' Noah sends. 'I hope so,' I send right before Brandon grabs my phone.

"Give back!" I say angry. I didn't even hear him walk back into the living room. "No," Brandon says, "who's this?" "A friend," I say. I feel even more hopeless than I already did. I literally can't do anything. I see Brandon typing on my phone. "Brandon what are you doing?" I ask. "How did you even get this phone?" he asks. "A friend gave it to me," I say.

"Is this the guy who pushed you in front of the car?" he suddenly asks. "What?" I say shocked, "no of course not!" What is he thinking?!

"I'm not believing you," Brandon says. First of all, how does Brandon even know that I had a car accident? Secondly, why does he possibly think that Noah pushed me in front of it?!

"Brandon give my phone back!" I yell. "No," Brandon says not looking up, "he's going to get what he deserves." "Brandon you're seeing things that aren't even there!" I yell, tears burn in my eyes. "Quit being so childish Richelle," Brandon says. I knew he was drunk, but now I'm pretty sure he's doing drugs as well.

I try to stand up. My body is sore and weak and everything hurts, but I'm able to stand up. Brandon doesn't even pay attention, he doesn't see that I'm standing up.

I slowly walk towards him and grab my phone back. "Go away!" I yell at him. "Chill," he says, "I was just being a good brother, but Richelle thinks, like always, that she knows everything better." "Shut up," I yell. By now tears stream over my cheeks. "Gladly," Brandon says and he walks away.

I fall back on the couch. After I hear the front door close behind Brandon. Why does this always happens to me.