All Chapters of Blood and Ashes: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I'm glad I finally knew what I was dealing with.I had surfed through Google to give me a name for these changes in my body until I saw it boldly written down in that envelope.I couldn't be mad at my Dad, I would do the same if I was in his position.If I felt anything, it was fear.Fear of what my life had become.Stage 3 and still progressing.The night I found out I had leukemia, another incident occurred that landed me in the hands of Dr. Myron again.I showed my father that envelope while he was in the kitchen; he was juicing out oranges to use with our dinner at the moment I stood at the door. his eyes zeroed on the envelope when he saw that I had the truth he had been hiding from me in my hands.He stopped mid-air to look at the envelope in my hands; the knife used to cut the oranges into two was on his right.“The day I was admitted to the hospital was the day you knew about my sickness; why didn't you tell me? Why let me know this way..” I melted down, bawling. My Dad, seei

There's nothing that makes me happier than when things go as I'd planned them to. I stared at the silky red gown that was hung in my closet. I've admired it from the moment Miss Beatrice brought it home, she had good taste.I love that woman.It was a red v-neck body con dress with shiny stones neatly dispersed on it; the stones were clustered at the upper part and were less at the lower part.My whole back was open I had put it on earlier, it fit me perfectly. Although I had lost so much weight, my curves were undeniably visible. The dress was far above my knee and I wouldn’t say I wouldn't be so conscious of my exposed body because I definitely will.“Knock knock.”I gasped. I turned to see Miss Beatrice at the door; she stuck her head inside the room.“You scared me.” Placing my hands on my chest with my mouth opened slightly like I'd seen a ghost.She shrugged.“Stop being overly dramatic, Rose. You left your door half open,” she said as she let herself inside.I liked the way s

“I warned you about this, didn't I?” I replayed what happened to me and Gibson at the prom yesterday.What I did felt right until I sat for counseling on Miss Beatrice's custody.We were on the small porch of our house; my head was faced down while she kept ranting about yesterday by my side. I sat on the slab staring at the neatly cut lawn. The lawn has never been as fascinating as I was in my entire existence. Right now, I didn't want to look at her face.“That was a very wrong thing to do; imma be real with you; that nigga looks like he's the only one that cared about you even though your dumb ass keeps pushing him away. What the fuck is wrong with you child?” After maintaining a high pitch of tantrum, the last part came out as a whisper.“I'm sorry.”“Mm-hmm, you're gonna hold that back." She said holding up her arm, her index finger pointing at me."I will be putting out the whole mess you did right now in your face, starting from when you spilled that gentleman vodka on his fin

I stood on my grounds in pure disapproval, not to go on any godforsaken date with Gibson. The ground I stood upon slowly gave way and I fell into agreeing on the stupid date.Miss B appeared in the living room, where I and Gibson were having an epic banter, and talked me into going with him. Gibson came later with a deep blue velvet gown for me to put on for the date.What a gentleman I doubt he chose the dress himself.He somehow found his way into a nice boutique to ask for a roll of their best dinner gown and he chose this one out of the hundreds they'd presented.The date was in three days.We'd settled for a dinner date at one of the nice restaurants a few blocks away.***It's 25 minutes to the date, it was scheduled for 7 pm.I'm staring at my reflection in the full-sized mirror that was hung opposite my bed. Miss B stood by my side; one of her hands was placed on her mouth, and the other She held her waist.“He's trying to make a good impression, don't you see that?” Her wor

I think I've found my new hubby, the one that keeps my mind busy as my body gives out.And that is…Drum Rolls, please.A fucking home technician.Yeah, you heard me.I kind of have little or more knowledge on repairs than you think I do, maybe the knowledge of repairing items crawled out from my Dad to me I've always done that since I was…since.Now, as I've joined oneness with the couch, I didn't want to be a full-blown liability. I could help with some things around the house, like fixing the faulty microwave and fixing the dishwasher multiple times even though it would still go bad within the next 72 hours.I insist on helping these days, no matter how bad Dad objects.Miss B lets me do my thins without obliging; she's tired of keeping the hard-headed girl's input.Miss B is off to work, Morris is at school.Dad, fortunately, is at home; we just got back from the hospital from therapy.He's probably making lunch.I'm super tired, the medicines keep draining me.I lay on my bed; I