Chapter Fifty Nine- Confrontations

Tom was not happy. Depressed was putting it mildly with him. It literally took me five minutes for him to let me go and get on this god forsaken plane.

I wasn't happy about leaving early either. It was going to be another two weeks before I got the chance to see him again. I knew this was important though. Clay...he was acting too weird, and he didn't want to have this conversation over the phone. It must be important, and if it isn't then I am going to be beyond pissed.

Riding a plane this time wasn't as bad. Don't get me wrong it was still quite scary to me, but I found it easier to bare it. I had already lived through one plane ride, and Tom lived through thousands- it was the little reassurance that I needed. But mark my words I will avoid plane rides at all costs for the rest of my life.

My mind kept replaying last night. I wasn't allowed a minute alone. Tom wouldn't let me out of his sight. It was as if he was trying to push four more days of me being there into a couple of hours.

"We will be landing in approximately five minutes" A voice commanded over the intercom, causing me to jump in shock. I wasn't excited for today. I was driving straight to my old house...and that's a long drive.

I didn't want to be here. I don't want to be here. Out of all the places on earth I do not want to be here. I'd rather ride another plane.

I gulped before I opened the screen door and knocked on the light blue door. Carson opened the door before I could take in a full breath.

"Okay now what's going on?" I asked automatically, but was crushed into a hug.

When Carson released me I noticed that his face was solemn. My eyes crinkled dramatically as I was pulled into the house.

The door slammed behind me signaling that I was here and couldn't turn back. Footsteps were coming from around the corner and I was afraid that it was going to be my dad already.

But when the person revealed himself it was only Clay.

"Cassie!" He breathed and ran up to hug me, like I was fragile.

"Clay- what's going on" I asked breathing more heavily, once I saw that his face was somber as well.

"Do you want something to drink?" Carson asked hurriedly half way to the kitchen, trying to distract me.

"Stop it! You're both scarring me, why do I have to be here? What's going on?!" I asked almost starting to hyperventilate. My breaths were coming out ragged, with adrenaline.

Clay sighed, and pulled me over to our old ripped up couch. He pushed me slightly so that I was sitting down and kneeled in front of me. "Cas, dad had a heart attack over the weekend"

My mouth dropped open a little. This couldn't be it, that isn't all that needed to be said "He is okay right?"

"Well..." Carson said otherwise.

"You shush" Clay said pointing a finger at our younger brother who was standing behind him now.

"Clay tell me" I plead staring into his eyes.

He gulped before looking at me "They took many tests just to make sure that" he gulped again "nothing's wrong. But the found something...they found a tumor Cas, Dad has cancer"

My eyes went wide. Daddy? He can't have cancer...he never got sick; he was too strong to end up with cancer. I put my head in my hands. Oh my god I was horrible to him. A-and now he is- he is sick with a deadly- with cancer! I felt like I was going to be sick, like I was suffocating.

"Cassie, Cassie calm down" Clay said rubbing my back soothingly.

I looked up at him scared "He is going to be fine right?"

The both looked at each other warily.

"Right?" I wailed, tears starting to form.

"You know Dad Cas, he won't take the therapy. Says that it's his time to go. He always hated doctors, says they don't know a damn thing" Carson answered.

"So what? He is just giving up without a fight? He is just going to commit suicide?!" I almost screamed.

Carson walked over and hugged my torso nestling his head in my neck like he did when mum died, it comforted him.

"Don't you think that it's best to respect his final wishes?" Clay asked.

"How long?" I chocked.

"They predict two months...at the most, and it's going to be painful and horrible to watch-"

"The doctors say that it's like watching a person rot right in front of you" Carson butted in.

I gasped.

"Cas, it's going to be okay" Clay reminded me.

"Okay? It's not going to be okay Clay! He is going to miss everything. Us getting married, our children growing up...it's just like mum! Oh god both our parents are going to be d-dead"

By this point Clay was hugging both me and Carson.

This couldn't be happening. He was supposed to die in his sleep at a very old age; a very not painful way...not to go through agony.

I pushed them aside and headed for my parent's bed room.

They both walked behind me. "I don't think you should do this Cas" Carson reminded me.

But I didn't care; I had to see my Daddy. I opened the door and found him in bed coughing his lungs out.

His eyes caught mine and turned dark.

"Dad you have to take the treatment!" I shouted almost sobbing.

"Go back to your home Cassandra, there is nothing for you here" Dad said once he recovered from his coughing fit.

"No Dad-" I began to say.

"I have nothing to say to you, now leave" he said harshly.

I swallowed hard and fled from the room, through the hall ways and out the door onto the porch where I began to cry my eyes out.

It's been fourteen days. Fourteen days since I found out that my dad has cancer. Fourteen days since I found out that my Dad was going to die.

Against my Dad's request I stayed. He didn't know that though, he never came out of their room. He stayed in bed all day while Carson and Clayton waited on him while also completing their chores. I tried to help as much as possible, but I couldn't serve Dad...and I wasn't capable of doing their chores.

I felt numb. I wanted to fix things up with my dad, before it was too late, before all the time slipped away. That's easier said than done.

"Cassie" Carson's face scrunched up close. "Don't cook anymore"

I sighed whipping the sweating hair away from my face. "I'm sorry guys, I'm trying here but it's hard to get this right without burning it" I said exhausted.

I had been trying to cook the meals...but we know me and cooking. I had also been doing laundry and shopping and cleaning- I felt like I had to do something, that I couldn't just wait around for him to die...I just couldn't.

My phone rang, and the caller id told me that it was Tom. I hadn't talked to him since the last time I saw him. I kept telling myself that it was because I didn't want him to worry, these were his last days as Draco Malfoy...I couldn't ruin that.

Even though that is true. For some reason I just didn't want to talk to him. Part of me thinks that I think that this is his fault and that's stupid. He isn't a part of this at all. I blamed him because he was one of the main reasons I wasn't talking to my dad...but that wasn't his fault. But I knew that if I talked to him I would get upset and yell at him and I just didn't want to do that.

I had been awaiting this call though. He came home today, and I wasn't there. He hadn't heard from me in weeks and he comes home to me being nowhere in sight. I could only imagine how mad he is at me.

I turned my phone off. This was family time, and he wasn't family. He could wait.

"You can't keep ignoring him Cas" Clay said for the millionth time. He was reading the newspaper and eating cereal because my food wasn't edible.

I sighed "I can try" They had both advised me to go back to my apartment and get some space from this, but I didn't want to leave. "I'm going for a walk" I said leaving out of the back door.

I hadn't visited my mum's grave yet. On regular accounts I would have but it just reminded me of dad. I was ready now though.

I saw the familiar sight as I continued walking up the cliff. Her grave was on the cliff we drove off. Dad thought that it was appropriate. I thought it was creepy.

I bent down on my knees in front of the dark stone, my hands in my lap.

"Hi mum, I know it's been a long time. Too long, and a lot of things have happened. Clay is acting more like Dad every day, but that's okay because Clay is not going to be exactly Dad, and Carson is still growing like a weed. He is far too taller than me now, and you remember how we bickered about who was taller when we were younger." I laughed at the memory, of us observing the markings in the door way pushing each other, and fighting "And then there's Tom. He isn't just anyone; He's Tom Felton, although you probably don't know who that is. He is an actor, in Harry Potter. You remember that thing we are all obsessed over? Anyway we met over a year ago, and we are kind of dating. I think that you would really like him. He is kind, sweet, considerate, when he wants to be, and oh is he handsome. He treats me like I'm the most important girl in the world, which is far from true but it makes me feel special. He makes me feel special. My heart accelerates so much even when I'm talking about him." I laughed "I love him, I really do and I couldn't imagine loving someone more" My phone buzzed again, I looked down and sighed "That's him. I've been ignoring him for certain reasons, I know I shouldn't and he is probably going to be mad, but I don't need him right now" I leaned up against the grave stone and looked up into the sky "Dad has cancer Mum, and you know him he won't take the treatment and is just going to die slowly. They say he has only months left, but I guess on the bright side he'll be with you soon. I know he misses you...Were not on the best terms...in fact he won't even talk to me. You see Tom met him, and Dad didn't give him a chance and wants me to go back to Will, and you remember Will, so I sort off cussed him out and now he won't talk to me" I closed my eyes tears starting to fall, but blinked them back "I want him to forgive me and for everything to be fine. I don't want to lose another parent. I could barely loose you, and I feel all alone in the world now..."

"You're not alone" I noticed Clay's voice. I sobbed and opened my arms for him. He came down and sat next to me, wrapping his arms around me. "You're always going to have me Cas, never forget that. You'll have Carson too, although he isn't that sensitive" I laughed, and he chuckled letting it fade out. "I think you're about to give Tom a heart attack, he keeps calling Carson, well actually it's Emma who is calling but we just figure that that is Tom"

"I don't want to see him" I said, hugging my big brother closer to me.

He sighed "As much as I hate to admit it, he is a good guy and you should talk to him. I think that you should go see him, you should get away from here for a couple of days"

I only nodded; maybe I should go and see him, get away from here. I do miss him a lot.

That night I had the nightmare again. It wasn't so much as a nightmare as it was a horrible memory. Lightning, car falling off the earth, mum's cold body...I pulled the covers off of me and placed my feet on the cold hard wood floors.

I walked down the hall quietly a peaked open the door, feeling like a little girl. Dad was asleep. He looked paler than normal, but other than that I couldn't detect a difference in the moon's light.

I crawled into the big lumpy bed and lay down next to him. I stared at him all night until my eyes drifted to a close.

"Shhhh" I heard someone say, and the bright sunlight woke me up from my slumber.

I blinked my eyes open slowly to see Clay and Carson retreating out of Dad's room slowly. I turned my torso around and saw that my Dad's eyes were open.

I through my arms around him "Daddy I'm so sorry, I never should of said that, I never should have said any of it and I-"

"Shhhh I know" He said softly.

"I don't want you to go. Why won't you take the medicine?" I asked whipping some of the tears off my face and sitting up so that I could see his reaction.

"I would have if the three of you were younger, but I'm getting older and I don't want to waist the money on something stupid"

"This isn't stupid! What am I going to-" I started

"Nothing. You're not a little girl anymore, you've lived on your own for years and you are fine. You haven't needed me for years."

I didn't say anything.

"Now I don't want you here"

"What-why?" I asked my heartbreaking a little, I thought that he just forgave me?

"You have already seen your mother die, I don't want you to see me this way" he said strongly.

After a moment I nodded and hugged his torso. "I'll be back though" I told him smiling before I left the room, and ultimately left the house.

It was around ten at night when I drove up the drive way. I wanted to go back to my apartment, but it was better to make sure that Tom wasn't dying.

And when I opened the door he was already fretting, pacing in front of the door way.

By the time I had closed the door, he had pinned me to the wall; eyes wide.

"Tom..." Emma said warily, standing close enough to try and prevent something bad from happening.

"Where have you been?! Why haven't you been talking to me?! I mean do you not even care anymore!" He shouted and went back to pacing, letting me free.

My eyes started to water, everything was coming down on me too fast.

"What's wrong Cas?" Dan asked.

Tom looked at me, his eyes soft now. He rushed over again and softly placed his hands on my arms "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you I just-"

I shook my head "No, it's not that it's just that..."

"What Cassie?" Tom asked anxious.

"My Dad's dying" I managed to get out.

Tom's arms wrapped around me after a moment. "What?" he breathed.

"He has cancer" I said, once Tom let me go a little.

"Cassie I'm so sorry" Em and Dan both said.

I just shook my head "I have to go home, I haven't been there since I left."

"No" Tom said hugging me again "I don't want you driving like this, you can leave in the morning"

After a moment I nodded, and just let him hold me.

[Authors Note]: Disclaimer: Don't know that much about cancer.