WARNING: THIS STORY IS WAY AHEAD OF WHAT IS POSTED HERE!
I hope you enjoy these stories, I feel like I always put pieces of myself in my characters, so let me know what you think!
So anyway here's chapter 1!
The Good With The Bad
In today’s
world of celebrities, and fame, the world seems to have lost sight of what’s
truly important, and it’s not money or how many cars you have, but rather the
love of the people that really matter the most; your family, and the joy that
they bring you. So when I was asked to write an article on my typical Simerican
family, I thought I would share what is most important to me!
My name is
Victoria Ford, Ria for short.
I’m a typical Simerican woman, I graduated from Moonlight Falls University, where I met my amazing husband Spencer,
he graduated
a year ahead of me, and waited patiently so we could be married this is us two
days after our wedding moving into our first home!
We enjoyed
the first week of wedded bliss by Spencer finding a job, at the local hospital
as an Organ Donor (I don’t think that sounds very safe but he assures me that
it’s perfectly fine) He also enrolled in medical school in a neighboring town.
I’m so proud of my husband! Luckily his parents will be paying for his
education! How lucky is that! I have amazing in-laws! Spencer convinced me that
I didn’t have to work, that he was making enough to support us, much to my
chagrin, I finally settled into being a housewife (I really don’t like that
title, I have to find another way to describe what I do). We live in a modest
little house with three bedrooms and one bathroom.
See that old
car outside? Yeah that was the car my parents had when I was born! They gave it
to me when I turned 16; thank goodness the old girl is still rolling! As I was
cleaning up the dishes from breakfast I heard my cell phone buzz, It was my
mom, she, dad and my younger brother Paul lived in Riverview, a sleepy little
southern town that lies along the beautifully serene Simomon River, just
thinking of Riverview makes me want to go home.
“Hey Mom” I
greeted cheerfully
“Ria, I need
you to come to the hospital right now.” She answered back
My mind
raced with what could possibly be wrong, my brother Paul had always been
mentally unstable, I feared the worst.
“ is it
Paul?” I asked
“No Ria,
It’s your father”
“I’ll be
there as soon as I can”
I hung up
and raced out the door, as I did I
glanced at a picture that sat in the living room, its an old picture of my
mother and father, and younger brother Paul.
Luckily
Spencer had ridden with the car pool that morning so I didn’t have to waste
time calling a cab. I drove to Riverview Memorial Hospital I shock. I didn’t
even know if my dad was dead or alive. The strongest man I ever know may not be
here anymore the thought tore me in two. The three hour drive seemed to take
ten. As I drove I thought of happier times like just the week before dad was
helping Spencer and I move, when he hugged me and said
“Ria, my beautiful
baby girl, I’m so proud of you”
By the time I had pulled into the hospital
parking lot, I was in a panic. I ran into the hospital faster than I have ever
ran in my life. I found my mom and Paul in the waiting room of the ER. Mom
stood up as I entered and wrapped me in a tight hug. Paul stared at his watch.
“What’s
going on? Is dad alright? What happened?” I questioned
“Slow down
Ria, We don’t know anything yet” she said in a weak voice
“Mom, what
happened?” I asked again
“Paul and I
were making breakfast in the kitchen, while dad was having his coffee in the
dining room, I heard a loud noise from the dining room, and went to see what it
was. I found him lying on the floor, he was awake but couldn’t talk his face
was drooping, Oh Ria, he looked so scared”
I pulled my
sobbing mother into my arms and held her. I didn’t mind doing this, she needed
me and Paul was not much comfort, it was clear to me that Paul had fallen into
one of his states. When mom finally regained
herself we sat down and waited to hear news on my father’s condition. I called
Spencer to let him know what was going on and that I would call when we heard
something. About an hour later Dr. Krow, my father’s long time doctor came out
to speak with us.
“Jeanine,
Victoria” he greeted us “Thaddius had suffered a severe stroke he is stable for
now, but there is a nurse at his bedside at all times.” Dr. Krow explained
“That’s what
his father died of” My mother stated
“But this
doesn’t mean that dad will die. Right?” I practically pleaded
“One step at
a time Victoria, one step at a time.” He replied
My heart
sank this isn’t good.
