A Different Corner

Chapter Twelve

I looked over to see grandpa coming back into the lounge. "Georgios, what is wrong with my little duckling? Kenny says she's sick." Dad held his face in his hands. "Kenny! I thought we discussed not saying anything to dad?" "Sorry G, he asked me and I had to tell him." He came over to me. "What's in her nose?" Dad seemed overwhelmed. "Kenny it's your turn. I'm going to go get David up." Papa looked a little red. "Um, she's got to have that cause of her sickness. She'll have it out in a few weeks. It helps give her the medication she needs." Grandpa nodded. "Alright then, where's David?" I answered for him. "He's takin' a nap grandpa." "Ah okay. I mean he is getting pretty old." We both laughed. Mel then asked me another question. "How old is Marlon now?" "He's four and a half months. He's a very big boy for being a bit premature. He was supposed to be born last month, but he's doing just fine." She looked at him. "Yes he is. He's very happy I can tell. He is such a good baby, and so are the twins." I felt panic arise in my body. It was bringing on my asthma. "Papa, I need my inhaler." He got off the couch to go find it. "I'll go get it." Mel looked at me. "I didn't know that this still affected you?" "Yeah it has gotten a bit worse." I was now struggling to breathe. Papa finally came back in. He got me to calm down a bit. Then he handed me half a sandwich. It seemed like they were all staring at me. "Papa I don't want this." "Eat it, you'll be fine." I scowled as I ate it. 

Dad and Uncle David came in halfway through my sandwich eating. "Sam what are you eating?" "A sandwich that I don't want." "Oh don't be foolish. Eat your sandwich." I placed the other half down. "I need a drink. I'll be back." Dad gave me the eye. Man if looks could kill I'd be dead. Today would be the first time in a few days that I've ate real food. Well to their knowledge. I eat in secret. I got into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.  I poured myself a glass of juice. I was trying to see if it'd help the urge to go away. Eating my favourite things helped with the process a bit. I was drinking my favourite thing too, and yet it seemed not to work. I felt everything coming back up. I felt the tears forming. I was struggling tonight. "Sam are you alright?" "Yeah." My voice cracked. "Are you sure? You don't sound alright." "I'm fine." "Okay I'll leave you be." I drank some more of my juice. Then the urge became stronger. I was staring into the sink was someone startled me. That made me throw up into the sink. It came out of my nose and it hurt so bad. I kept throwing up. I sobbed as it was going on. "Sweetie it's okay." I didn't think so. "Samantha Lesley Diana you better not have thrown up!" Papa yelled. I saw the horrified look on Auntie Mel's face. She saw my look as well. "Shh, it's gonna be okay. Daddy sent me in here to check on you. He knows you're upset. Just rinse this down the sink. I won't tell your father." I agreed and rinsed the stuff out of the sink. 

I was startled again by dad coming into the kitchen. "Sam are you alright?" "Yeah I am daddy." "Alright come to the guest room with me for a minute. I wanna speak to you in private." I could see something was wrong. "Okay I'm following you then." He took me by the hand as we went down the hall. We went into the guest room. He sat me down as he closed the door. "Come up on the bed a bit more." His voice was shaky. I moved up a bit further. He climbed onto the bed. "Sammy come here." I went to him. "Daddy what's wrong?" I saw him wiping his eyes. "I don't know anymore baby. Just give me a hug, please." I scooted over to get closer. I wrapped my arms around him as he did the same. "I'm sorry if I'm upsetting you." "No daddy it's okay. What's going on?" "I'm just having so much anxiety right now. I'm losing my mind. I feel so bad right now. I think one's coming on, and they don't know about them." I knew he was talking about his seizures. "It's okay daddy. I'm here and I'm not judging you. I'm sorry if me throwing up upset you." "No that's not what upset me. Your father is just upset okay, and sometimes we don't need to know why." "I know dad. I understand. Just breathe and relax." I was hurting to see him so upset. "Daddy I love you. You know that right." "Yes baby. I love you too. Lay down it's easier for me to hold onto you." He then paused. "Dad?" He went down like that. He was just so nervous and it was really scary to see. "Dad! Not now. Don't do this to me." I heard a small knock. "Who is it?" "It's D. Is everything alright? I've got you down for a feeding soon." I tried to sound fine. "Yeah everything's alright. Why?" "Well when I walked passed the room I could hear you two upset. Is your father alright?" "Um, I think so." "Can I come in?" "NO!" I was holding dad on his side. "Why not? What's going on?" I felt dad urinate. "Fuck! Dad come on!" I screamed. "I'm coming in!" He then burst through the door. He saw me sitting on top of dad. "Sam nothing seems okay." He shut the door. "I know." I cried even more. "David they're getting worse." He sighed as he came over to us. "I know sweetie, I know." I screamed in frustration. "I just want him to be okay." "I know you do. Get off of him so I can help." "No he's calming down a bit. Your voice seems to be doing the trick." "It usually does." Dad turned on his back. "Samantha where are we? And why are you on top of me?" "We're in the guest bedroom, and I'm on top of you because you had another seizure." "Oh shit. My dad and sister are here." "Dad go get changed okay. I'll take care of the rest." He smiled. It was beautiful.