Jasmine's POV

I felt bad.

I felt terrible.

A sickening feeling at the pit of my stomach made the ride to the hospital very, very uncomfortable, and my sister wasn't helping my current feelings. Instead, she kept on asking Bradley exasperating questions about me and him.

He was blushing like a clown and seemed to enjoy talking about his intentions on fixing what was broken between me and him and becoming a better man.

I was the only one who wasn't interested in the conversation because I could not shake the image of Mr. Hollen's eyes murdering me when I got into the car with Bradley.

Things happen and sometimes you don't know how you've gotten to a point in life, but, yet for all, you're still there.

"This is great Jassy. Maybe reconnecting with Bradley wasn't such a bad thing," Zenia said.

"Oh, we both know why I'm now tolerating him, Zenia," I said back, shaking my head from the thoughts of even having feelings for Bradley again.

We arrived at the hospital and were walking towards our mother's room. Bradley decided to stay in the car. My mother was never very fond of him and I didn't want to upset her by having him at my side in her presence.

We pushed in her room door and entered the cold room.

Mom had her eyes open, lying silently on the bed. She looked towards us as we entered.

"Hi Mommy," we greeted her together.

"Hello... babies," she said back, sounding out of breath already.

She was getting worse and I knew I would have to get that money very soon before it was all too late.

We sat around her and Zenia started braiding her hair in cornrows. She always had a thing for hair but she didn't want to become a hairdresser. She was more into fashion.

As I looked on, I mentally bombarded myself with questions.

What if Bradley doesn't give me the money?

What will happen to my mother?

Will she really die?

My mind drifted back to Mr. Hollen and the concerned look in his eyes when I told him I had to visit my mother in the hospital.

Would he give me the money? Could I ask him if I didn't get it from Bradley?

"Jasmine, are you alright?" Zenia asked me, noticing I was silent and lost in thoughts.copy right hot novel pub