I sit in the waiting room, twiddling my thumbs, staring at the ground. Jack drapes an arm around my shoulder and gives me a small smile.

I feel bad that he drove me to New York for someone who doesn't even care about me. I really do feel bad. But he insisted so I didn't argue. He takes my hand and kisses my cheek.

"You really didn't have to drive me here. I bet she'll come to and realize she could've died instead. Maybe I'll be at her side and she'll see me and just insult me on the spot. What if it wasn't worth it?" I ask.

"Lex, family is family no matter how much you think relatives hate you. You may think they hate your guts, but when it comes to a situation like this, you realize the person loves you more than you thought." He explains.

"I doubt she'll have a change of heart if she survives." I mutter. A nurse comes out and looks around the waiting room.

"You did. You hated her." He says. I sigh and nod.

"Isobel Gaskarth?" The nurse calls. I stand up and walk over to her, still holding Jack's hand.

"Is she okay?" I ask. She sighs and looks me in the eyes. Tears are already forming in my eyes before she even explains.

"I'm sorry." She says quietly. "She's not going to make it... But.... She's alive now.... If you'd like to talk to her."

"Please?" I ask. She nods and leads me to her room. I slowly walk in and sit down. "What happened?" I examine her broken leg and arm and the stitches in her forehead.

"She got into a car accident." The nurse tells me before leaving.

I look at Jack and take my mom's hand. I squeeze it and sigh. My mother's eyes open and she looks at me. Anger, pain, hatred and sadness flash in her eyes as they land on me.

"H-hi m-mum." I stutter.

"What are you doing here?" She asks weakly. "I-I'm in New York City. You live in Baltimore." She says. I nod.

"J-Jack d-drove me." I stutter. "T-they called and told me... I may not like you all the time, but you're my mother."

"I don't know why you came." She says, hate in her tone. Jack squeezes my hand.

"I know you hate me, but do you have to make those your last words to me?" I ask, pain filling every single word.

"I'm not going to lie." She says.

"Well, now I can say you were the most unloving, uncaring, and stupidest mother I could ever have. I never liked you. You were the worst mom ever. You went off to fucking New York City while the rest of the family moved to England. YOU LEFT ME ALONE! How do you think I felt?! You didn't care! So here are my last words to you." I say. She looks like she is anticipating my next few words. "No matter what people ask; is your mother dead? I'm going to say no. Why? Because not once did you act like a mom to me. You were my enemy. I feared you. You've been dead to me and now my wish is coming true."

"Alex!" Jack shrieks. I roll my eyes and stand up.

"She's not even giving me sympathy! You drove me from Baltimore to here to see my dying mother and she doesn't even say she loves me!" I argue.

"I told you. I'm not going to lie. I never liked you. I hated you." She says, voice weaker.

Good. Die. Get out of my life.

Hurt flashes in my expression and she sees it. She gives me a weak smile before her eyes slowly close.

You know the feeling you get when a bad guy dies in your favorite show? When you're all "YES SHE'S FINALLY DEAD!" That's how I feel. Terrible I know, but my reason is pretty valid! She didn't care an ounce about me. Never. Not even when Tom was around. She looked down on me and insulted me. I was the child who hated his life because of his parents. Normally the kid hates his life because of bullies not their family. Not the one's who are supposed to protect you.

I sit in the waiting room and Jack paces back and forth talking to his mom. My phone rings and I look at it. Unfamiliar number. I answer it anyway.

"Hello?"

"This is... Alex Gaskarth right?" A man asks.

"I think so." I say. He laughs.

"I'm Keith Lazorchak. I'm calling for All Time Low." He says. My jaw drops to the ground and I nearly drop my phone.

"H-hi." I stutter.

"So, here's the deal. Tomorrow at noon, we're coming to Joyce Barakat's. We're going to meet, talk through things, have fun, meet the crew, have more fun and then maybe you'll come with us to LA." He explains. I nod slowly. "Sound good?" He asks.

"Yeah. Yes. Yup." I say. Shut up Alex. You'll fuck everything up.

"See you boys tomorrow." Keith says. We hang up and I follow Jack to the car before screaming and hugging him.

"Before you tell me, what the hell was that in the hospital room?" He asks. I look down and sigh. "Your mother was dying and you treated her like shit!"

"She was doing the same to me!" I shout. "Do you know what it's like to visit a relative who's dying and not have their last words be I Love You? Her last words to me was I hated you. She smiled at the pain on my face!" I shout, as he pulls out.

"Couldn't you have at least been nice?" He asks. I shake my head.

"I'm not nice to people who aren't nice to me." I say. "Especially my mom." I crawl into the back seat and lie down.

I pull my razor out of my pocket as Jack drives and smile. I roll my sleeves up. I cut a little and watch a small amount of blood drip down my arm.

Fuck my mom.

I look at him to make sure he doesn't look at me and slide my razor into my pocket. I had to be prepared. Now it stings. Damn it. I never told him about the phone call.

"JACK!" I shout. He hits the brakes and looks at me. "Sorry. Keep driving." I say quietly.

"You scared the shit out of me." He gasps and continues down the empty road towards the highway. "What?"

"Someone called! they wanna sign us!" I shout.

"Name?"

"Keith Lazorchak." I say. "Oh! I know him! He manages other bands!" Jack shrieks.

I crawl into the passengers seat and hold my sleeves. I look him, the car silent.

"We did it."

Notes

Nice and happy ending.... To the chapter!
Soooo yeah
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