Impossible Miracle's - L.J Banister (i love reading books .txt) 📗

I was the doctor who performed the surgery” He said in a soft tone.

“Were you successful?” asked my mother.

“The surgery was successful, yes” he answered.

“Thank god” she exclaimed, laying her hand over her heart.

“However, the eruption had caused a fair amount of damage” he said softly. “Unfortunately, we could not repair the left ovary, and had to remove it completely”.

“So, she only has one ovary? What does this mean in terms of having children?” my mother asks.

“Yes she only has one ovary. In terms of the right ovary, we had to remove several cysts while Kaylee was still under. As for reproduction…” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them and looking directly at me. “I’m very sorry, but with amount of damage from the cysts, there is no possibility of bearing children. I am very sorry”. I could feel tears welling behind my eyes, while my mother openly sobbed. Mum’s always wanted grandchildren, and even though she still has my younger brother, Carter, she hoped to be in the room when I had my first child. I guess that will never happen now.

 

 

Chase

It was a little after two when I finally reach the apartment complex I lived in. Walking up the concrete stairs to my apartment, I prayed one of my roommates is home. Knocking on the door, I listened to the shuffling of someone coming to the door.

“Hey man” Tyler says, swings open the door, shirtless, and pads back over to the floral couch that’s against the wall a few feet from the door.

“Hey” I say back, closing the door behind me, and dropping onto the couch beside him.

“Where’d you end up last night?” he asks. I picture her immediately.

“At that hotel” I answer shaking my head. Tyler slaps my leg and starts laughing. It doesn’t take me long before I start laughing too, but I soon stop and frown. With my friends, we had great times, but with girls, it never ends well. Tyler stops laughing when he sees my face.

“What’s with the frown? Not a good night?” he asks.

“Nah, man. It was a good night” I answer. “It’s this morning that has me bummed”

“Why? Was she ugly?”

“No. The complete opposite actually… She was gone”

“Shit man. Sorry” I’ve known Tyler since pre-school, and he knows me better than anyone else. We grew up together and were always into mischief as kids… Even worse as teenagers.

 

Tyler is almost my exact opposite. Where I’m 6’2, Tyler is only 5’9. I’ve got bright, almost clear blue eyes, Tyler’s are dark brown, sometimes almost black. I’ve got short, messy dark brown hair, while Tyler’s is long, curly beach blonde. I have toned muscles, but Tyler has very defined muscles, but I can still drop him to the floor.

“So where’d you end up?” I ask.

“At a coffee shop talking with this amazing chick just about all night. I got home not to long before you did”

“Real?”

“Yeah, man. We gonna catch up again tomorrow. You gotta meet her man, she’s gorgeous”

“Sure, man. Hey, where’s Ethan?” I ask. Ethan is our other roommate. We met him in collage and we just all hit it off.

“In his room smashing his bed into the walls again” he answers. Out of the three of us, Ethan is the player. He has a new girl every weekend. He sleeps with them then sends them on their way, and never speaks to them again. He’s the most ripped of the three of us too, and covered in tattoos that stretch up his arms over his back and chest and down one leg, and he loves the attention it brings him from the ladies.

Ethan’s taller than Tyler but shorter than me. He has pale green eyes and a mess of short black hair.

“As always. You working tomorrow?” I ask changing subjects.

“Yeah, man. Ryan needs me in early, so I’ll be gone before 6” Tyler has been working at the local smash repairs as a panel beater for the past three years and loves it. It helps that his boss is really laid back.

“What about Ethan?”

“No idea, man. He goes when he wants” Ethan’s a tattoo artist at the shop down the road. It explains all the tattoos. He’s his own boss so he does whatever he wants, especially since he owns the shop.

“What about you?” Tyler asks.

“Always. Bright and early, at the crack of dawn” I say.

“Where you at tomorrow?”

“The office probably” I work at a construction company, and my job isn’t nearly half as laid back as my roommates, just cause of the fact my boss is also my father. I work twice as hard, since I actually have two jobs; I work on the constructions and help in running the company. Tomorrow I’m in the office running the company. Tuesday, I could be out on the sites. That’s where I’d much rather be, but since I’m expected to take over the company when dad retires, I have to know how to run it. I know someone else who would much rather run the company than me; my little sister, Alexis. She loves helping me run the business when dads away, but dad says it goes to the eldest.

Tyler gives me a pat on the back as I get up from the couch and walk over towards my bedroom.

The floor plan for our apartment is simple. From the front door you have the lounge room and kitchen directly in front of you. My bedroom is the door to the right just after the couch, and Ethan and Tyler’s rooms are on the left, with the bathroom in the middle. From the kitchen, the open doorway leads to the laundry and toilet.

My room is pretty simple. A bed against the wall opposite the door, cupboard at the end of the bed, chest of dress against the wall behind the door and a TV in the corner. Falling onto my bed and think of last night. Quickly putting my phone on charge, I turn it on, and search through my contacts. There it is… Kaylee…

 

 

Kaylee

When I get back home, I walk straight in for a shower and wash last night off me. Getting out of the shower, I hear the voice of one of girlfriends, and roommate. Walking out into the lounge, Avery smiles at me.

“How was your night? Did you have fun?” She asks. She’s still dressed in her little black strapless dress and heels, and her makeup and hair are still as perfect as when we left last night, but that’s Avery for you… Perfect.

She’s 5’6 with long legs and curvy body, long curly strawberry blonde hair that falls perfectly around her, bright green eyes, a heart shaped face and bright pink lips. Anyone that goes near her instantly falls in love with her. I guess that’s why we become such good friends. I hated the attention, she loves it. We met in middle school and became instant friends. We’ve been inseparable since. When I told her I was moving to the city for beauty school, she backed a bag and asked me when we were moving. She made me laugh so hard, especially since I knew she was serious.

“The night was good, I guess. The morning… Not so much” I say plopping down on the couch beside her.

“What? Why?” she questions.

“Well, I woke up next to a strange guy to my phone ringing. It was my mother ringing so I step outside to talk to her, and when I walk back inside, the guy had taken off!”

“Your shitting me?!”

“Nope”

“What an asshole!!”

“Yeah. So how was your night?”

“Good as far as I can tell. Drank most of the night, and still haven’t been to bed yet. I met this guy and we went for coffee at about 3 this morning and just talked all morning. It was the most fun I’ve had out in a long time. We catching up again tomorrow”

“Aren’t you at school tomorrow?” Avery is in her third year of collage studying to be a doctor.

“Yeah, but I have a free period tomorrow” she claps her hands in excitement. “You working tomorrow?” she asks.

“Yeah, but only for a few hours. Doing the makeup trails for the wedding this weekend. I got to do all 6 bridesmaids and the bride. It’s gonna be hard on the wedding day since I apparently only have two hours to do them all. Just glad they called Jakki in to do their hair”

“Shit”

“Yeah” I sigh. “Where’s Skylar?”

“No idea. She took off from the club with some guy” That was Skylar for you. She’s the rebel of us three. I met her my first day of beauty school and she stands out like no other.

Being 5’3, big chested, covered in tattoos with currently cropped shoulder length midnight blue hair, piercings, and an array of different coloured eyes, who would miss her. I say ‘currently’ as that can change at any time. The day I met her, her hair was deep purple, the next, it was bright green, so who knows, maybe she will come home with rainbow colours. As for the different coloured eyes, they are defiantly unusual; one eye is blue specked with green while the other is green mixed with brown. I think they emphasize just how different she is from everyone else, in a good way of course.

“I should go get dressed” I say getting up from the couch and padding to my room.

When Avery and I first moved to the city, we were in a tiny, two bedroom apartment. Now that there are three of us, we decided on renting out a house. The house we got was perfect for us. We got a four bedroom, two bathroom, brick and tile house with open plan living room and kitchen and built in wardrobes. When you walk in the front door you’re in a short hallway, an archway to the left opens into the living room which stretches into a kitchen with black granite bench tops and white cupboards. To the right of the front door is the main bedroom with ensuite which we decided to be the study and spare bathroom. Following the hallway up, you come to another hallway, turning left you walk into the kitchen. Further down you have another little hallway. The door on the right is the laundry and on the right is the door to the small wrap around backyard. Going right from the entry hallway, the first door to the left is Skylar’s room, and the second is the bathroom. To the right is Avery’s and mine is directly down the hall.

My room is pretty average for a girl. My bed is in the middle of the room with the head board against the far wall, small bedside tables sit either side. My wardrobe is the right hand wall and my dressing table is against the left, and my TV hangs on the wall behind the door.

Walking to my wardrobe, I pull out a short halter neck yellow sundress and slip it on before walking to the bedside table and grabbing some underwear from the top draw. I pull them on before collapsing onto my bed feeling completely drained, physically and emotionally, and it isn’t long before I feel myself drift off.

 

 

Chase

It’s been an hour that I’ve laid here, staring at her name on my phone. I want to ring her, but I can’t bring myself to hit the call button. I mean what would I say: “Hey it’s me, Chase. The guy you left alone in bed this morning. Was just ringing to ask why?”

No. I can’t say that. I could text her, but again, what should I say. If I just text her Hey, she’d probably just ask who’s this? Girls have done that before.

I keep trying to think up reasons why she left. Maybe one of her friends called and was in trouble and needed help? Or did she just wake up and left without a backward glance? Throwing my phone to the floor, I