Do You Think About Us

Percy’s POV

“Blood transfusion is no longer working for her Ms. Wilson. She needs a bone marrow transplant soon.” The doctor exclaimed. For the past year, me and my 3-year-old daughter Tillie have been in and out of the hospital.

It all started with noticeable fatigue, paleness, and a bleeding nose. Tillie was born 2 months early, so growing up her body was a little frail. I remember the first time I took her home. I couldn’t sleep that night as I watched her breathe, I was so anxious that she wouldn’t be able to survive outside her incubator throughout the night, but she did.

After 2 years she was diagnosed with severe aplastic anemia meaning her body stopped producing enough blood cells.

“How long before we can find a donor?” I asked looking at my little girl who was playing on the side.

“She has a rare blood type and since you are not a match, I suggest you inform the father of the child to see if he is a match.” He calmly said.

“Is there another option?”

“I’m afraid there is not. She needs a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible and she's below the donor list.”

My heart dropped when I heard him say that. Tillie doesn’t have a father. It’s always been her and me. But knowing my daughter needs him, I know I needed to go back and ask for his help.

Theodore Huxley.

The guy who impregnated me and left me for another girl.

4 YEARS AGO

I and my brother Apollo always had the biggest and hottest house parties in the neighborhood. Our parents were working abroad and so it was always been just the two of us.

I was in the bar area donning 10 shots of tequila.

“Max is a loser! You’re hot, you need to catch a man and get laid tonight.” My friend Steff suggested.

“Max ruined my self-esteem. He constantly criticizes every single thing about me.” Maximilian Moore and I have been dating on and off for about 2 years. At first, he was sweet, like taking me back and forth to school type of sweet or writing love letters when he feel like it. But he grew lazy and possessive. In some fights, he would get physical. But I thought I love him and that I deserved that for being a brat sometimes.

“Alcohol is bad for me. I’m gonna go upstairs for a shower.” I said excusing myself from the party. Apollo was by the pool playing with his boys, some were passed out on the floor while others were making out on the staircase.

My room was occupied by my friend who was hooking up and so I decided to rest in my brother’s bedroom.

I locked the door upon entering. Luckily there wasn’t anyone in the room. I quickly took off my clothes, grabbed a towel, and hit the cold shower to sober up.

After a good 10 minutes, I turned off the tap, wrapped my body in a towel, and walked back to the room.

“Cecile?” A low drunken voice called out. I instantly know who it is. Pol’s best friend.

Theodore fucking “Hotxley”

“I’m not Cecile, Theo. Get outside, I’m going to rest here.” I commanded with both my hands crossed on my chest. He was lying stomach down on the bed, exposing his sexy back.