I knew it was 3:00 in the morning back home but I didn’t care.
“Hello?” my dad answered groggily.
“Why didn’t you tell me?!” I yelled.
I had started crying again.
“Sawyer?” he asked.
“Why didn’t you tell me about my mother?” My voice was shaky but stern.
My dad was silent on the other line. I heard him rustling about. It was about a minute before he finally spoke.
“I’m sorry Sawyer. The doctors said to let you remember that one on your own. They said if we told you, you might freak out and get depressed.” His voice was shaky too.
Silence again, but this time on my side.
“What happened to her..” it was barely a whisper that escaped me.
I heard him inhale slowly, and then he was sniffling. He was crying.
“When we lived in Russia I met your mom.” My dad began. For the first time in a long time I heard the tiniest bit of his Russian accent. “We had been dating for 2 years when we decided to get married. Shortly after, Jay came along. A beautiful baby boy.”
His voice was even shakier now. “Three years later and you were born. Now we had a beautiful baby girl. We couldn’t have been happier.” By this time he was crying harder. “It was 4 years later when she died. She-she went out one night. She called around 10 to let me know she was coming home. I told her I’d wait up. I was up till 12:30 still waiting for her. By 11:30 I started to think something was wrong, but now at 12:30 I knew for sure something was wrong.”
“I got a call a little after 12:30 from the police. She had been in a hit on collision. Her engine had caught fire but she had gotten out. But the car had exploded, sending her flying. She died when her head hit the pavement.”
I covered my mouth with my hands, remembering the dream I had. We were both silent except the sobs that escaped us.
“I’m so sorry baby girl.”
I fingered the necklace around my neck.
“She gave me this necklace didn’t she?”
“Yes she did.”
“What was her name..” I asked finally.
“Maria.” He whispered.
The conversation ended a bit after that. Both of us weren’t really able to continue talking. I didn’t stop crying.
I was in the bathroom trying to calm down, washing my face, when someone knocked on my door.
Niall was not really what I needed right now. I heard him trying the door handle. Shit. I had left that unlocked. He walked in saying my name again.
“I heard yelling are you okay?” he was in the room now.
“Babe? Why are you crying?” he asked as he reached the door frame of the bathroom.
I kept my eyes down. I clutched the side of the sink as a tear fell.
“Sawyer. Sawyer look at me.”
I did so reluctantly, slowly looking up to stare at him through the mirror.
Once again, the tears streamed down my face. I pushed past Niall and walked into the room. He grabbed my wrist and spun me around. He held me in his arms as I cried.
“I-I remembered my mom had died when I was little. I called my dad and he told me everything.” I sobbed into his shirt.
I was crying my hardest, loudest and ugliest and I didn’t care that he was witnessing it. I had my one arm looped around his neck, my face in his shoulder, and the other hand curled about near my face. He stroked my hair gently.
“Shh. It’s okay.” He whispered.
“I hate this Niall. I hate this so much.” I whispered through the tears.
He squeezed me tighter. “I know you do love.”
-1 week later-
The surgery had gone well. I was told my other kidney was working just fine, but I should stay off the alcohol and I should eat healthy. I was released out of the hospital 3 days after, but I was told to take it easy. Since we were heading to Detroit next the doctor said I should be fine to travel. We were now in a hotel in Detroit.
I woke up to find a tray sitting on the bedside table. I sat up, pushing all the pillows up against the headboard, and set the tray on the bed. It had a plate full of eggs, bacon and sausage. Not exactly healthy, but it was a nice change from my usual apple or orange. Along with the food sat my box filled with pictures. It had a note stuck to the top of it.
Take a look at the pictures and see if you can remember anything. The boys and I have interviews today, I’ll be back later. I know you can do it.
Remember, I love you so much.
I quickly finished up my breakfast and took out the pictures.
I spent the rest of the afternoon sorting through the pictures, trying to remember different parts of my life.
It was 8pm and there was a knock at my door.
“Come in! It’s unlocked!” I yelled.
I sat on my bed, cross legged with the pictures scattered before me when Niall walked in.
“Hi love!” he said with a grin. “How did you do?”
I smiled up at him. “I did so good baby!”
He smiled and kissed the top of my head.
“I was able to remember a couple of school events and even Jays 18th birthday.” I handed him the pictures.
“Wow! This is great!” he said.
I nodded. “Yeah but there’s this one woman, I can’t figure out who she is.”
I handed him a couple pictures that had the woman in them. She had shoulder length brown hair and big beautiful brown eyes. She had a slender face and she looked quite tall.
“You’ll get it, I promise. But this is great babe” he said gesturing to the other pictures. “You’re doing so well!” he said as he pushed the pictures aside.
He now sat in front of me. He leaned forward to rest his forehead on mine. I lifted my head so our noses were now touching. He leaned in and slightly touched my lips with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer, kissing his lips fully. He leaned forward, pushing me back against the pillows. His hands that held my hips slipped under the t-shirt. He moved his hands up my back, trailing my spine. He slipped his tongue over my lips. A moan escaped me.
Niall pulled back. “Are you okay? What happened?” his voce full of concern.
I giggled. “Nothing I’m fine.”
“Oh.” He said realizing. “Sorry.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. “I guess I’m just a little paranoid.”
I touched his cheek. “It means you care, thank you.”
I smiled and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Sorry about getting back so late! The interviews took longer than we expected.” He said getting up off the bed.
“It’s fine! Thanks for the breakfast this morning.” I smiled.
“Anytime love.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll leave you to it. See you tomorrow.”
He left my room with one last wave.
I continued to sort through the pictures one by one. I always came back to that one woman. She intrigued me, and I was bothered that I wasn’t able to figure out who she was.
After about an hour more of sorting through pictures, I finally got frustrated and put them away. It was now 9:30 but I was tired so I decided to head off to bed. I got under my covers and closed my eyes.
Listening to the fans singing outside, I fell asleep.
I was in the middle of a road in the middle of nowhere. I saw a car on fire down the road. I ran as fast as I could. I had to help the people. As I was reaching the car, a woman stepped out from behind it. I stopped dead in my tracks.
I knew her from somewhere.
“Sawyer…” she practically whispered.
There was blood all over the front of her shirt.
She tried to walk towards me but the car exploded and threw her body to the side.
Her head smacked the concrete, blood flying everywhere.
“MOM!” I screamed as I bolted up right in bed.
This is how I started my essay
“The way a girl obsesses over a band member is similar to the way a detective obsesses over a case, it becomes their whole life.”
I felt it was accurate