Ryn's pov

It's been several months since I've seen Sam. I guess Sam leaving was a positive thing and negative thing. It's positive because I've regained my relationship with my mom. She finally trust me now. Trust me, it's been hard not to self-harm, but I stop myself because of her. And the child that I'm carrying. It's been negative because I've been even more depressed. I've started regretting making Sam leave. But I told him I wouldn't get mad, and I won't.

I discovered that the baby was a girl. My mom and I decided on a name. Her name is Pre Leann Woodson or Pottorff. I've wanted to call Sam and ask him about it, but I just can't without telling him my feelings. I glanced at my phone wanting to grab it and call Sam. Before I knew my phone was already ringing waiting for Sam to pick up. I wanted to hang up but...

"Hello." Sam answered in his morning voice. I slapped my hand against my forehead. Stupid.

"Um, hey Sam." I said trying to sound calm. I wasn't. I was freaking out on the inside. I didn't know what to say.

"Ryn? Are you okay? Is something wrong?" He spoke quickly and in a very worried voice.

""Yeah, I'm fine. Why'd you ask?"

"Because I'm used to protecting you." He said with a little laugh. I actually managed a little smile. "Anyway, so why did you call?"

"I was just gonna ask about the baby. You do remember that I am pregnant, right?" I asked.

"Yes, of course. How could I forget?" He questioned. I shrugged even though he couldn't see.

"I just wanted to know if you want her last name to be Woodson, or Pottorff. You know since we're not together, and you are her father, I thought I'd ask you." I said in a weak voice. I heard him sigh thorough the phone.

"I'd be happy if it was Pottorff. What's her name?"

"Pre."

"Pre Pottorff. Sounds beautiful." I smiled at the ground. We both stayed quiet for a while until he finally spoke.

"Well, I've got to meet Ava for something." He said. My lip quivered, my body went numb, and my heart weakened.

"Well, I guess you better go." My voice cracked and it was dull, but I was hoping he couldn't hear my pain through the phone.

"Yeah. Bye Ryn, I- never mind. Bye Ryn." Sam uttered slowly. I could hear his pain, I had a feeling he could hear mine as well.

"Bye." I said quickly and hung up the phone. I covered my mouth with my hand. I knew he was going to tell me he loved me. My knees reached my chest. Instead of crying I breathed heavily. So many emotions ran over me. I was home alone since my mom was at her monthly doctors appointment. I paced the floors trying to get Sam out of my mind when my phone rang and it was an unknown number. I soon answered it.

"Hello?" I spoke.

"Hello, is this Ryn Woodson? The daughter of Karen Woodson."

"Yes."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but your mother has cancer in her lungs and her liver. Would you like to visit her?" The woman over the was clearly upset. I wasn't upset. I was broken. I was scared. I didn't know what to feel.

"Y-Yeah. I'll be there in a minute." I hung up the phone and shoved it in my pocket. I ran to the car hoping the keys were in my purse. I dug in my purse and luckily found the keys. I started the car and raced to the hospital

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I rushed into the hospital to the check-in.

"Ryn Woodson." I said quickly and worried, like how Sam talked to me earlier.

"Room B24." Instead for running I walked as fast as I could, then the walk tuened into a ran until I reached room B24. I swung open the door and saw my mom sitting on the hospital bed.

"Mom?" I said. She turned to me with tears in her eyes. I dropped my purse and run into her arms. How could this be happening? Why would this happen? I soon felt my mom's tears hit my shirt. I tried to keep all the tears in.

"I'm so sorry Ryn." My mom said while sobbing. I broke the hug and held her shoulders.

"It's not you're fault mom. Don't be sorry." I spoke with sorrow in my voice. Mom's tears made me cry as well. Mom and I just stared at each other crying. It was kind of like we knew she was gona die, but we didn't know. The doctor took my shoulder.

"You must be Ryn." He said. I nodded. "May I talk to you in private please?" I nodded once again and he dragged my outside the room. Once he shut the door and looked at me, I could see the sorrow in his eyes. I knew the news wasn't going to be pleasing.

"Ryn, I'm sorry to tell you this, but your mother has stage 4 cancer in three places, both of her lungs and liver." His words broke me more. I knew she cancer from when the nurse called me, but I didn't know it would stage 4. Right then, I knew my mother, the only caring parent I had, was going to die.

"You're kidding me." I said while shaking my head in disbelief. He frowned with no words to say. I just stood there crying. "How long does she have to live?" He sighed. I knew that wasn't a good sign.

"She has about 2-4 months." My heart literally stopped. I wasn't a person anymore. I was a monster. I took the collar of his shirt and pinned him to the wall.

"No! You can't let her die! You can't." I yelled. I had all the attention. Everyone was watching me. Two nurses grabbed my arms and pulled me back. I was kicking and screaming. The nurses were barely strong enough to hold me back, but they still held on. They took me to the entrance and and threw me out. They didn't actually throw me, but they left me there.

Since I couldn't actually run, I walked as fast as I could to the side of the hospital. I slid down the brick wall until my bottom hit the ground. I looked down at my fairly big stomach and cried even more.

"I'm sorry Pre. You won't be able to fully meet your grandmother." I kissed my stomach like it was Pre's head. I wiped away my tears, but more tears took there place. My mother, who I loved dearly, was going to die.