Story: Depression (chapter 18)

The rest of the day went along smoothly. We did not talk about depression (thank god for that!) but we mostly chatted and had a good laugh. It was almost the same as before the kiss and everything flowed. There were I suppose one or two awkward pauses. But we laughed them. Another thing that was different was there were a lot more hugs and cuddles and Isabelle never missed the chance she got to give me a kiss. Especially on my cheek which seemed to be her favorite place to plant little 'I love you' kisses. I feel strange still. I mean; I have an actual girlfriend now. When I think of it I'm actually a little scared. What will my mum and dad and George think? What will my biological father think? I haven't seen him for a month he's been busy with his business that he runs with my mum. I try not to think of him too often. He's a strange man….he went to jail for most of my childhood…and when he came out mum had moved on. Continued their business. They still work together but work is as close they get to each other.
I'm sitting on a rock now. The sun is pretty warm but not enough for me to take off my jumper. I place my chin on my knees and watch the dam and the ripple of waters cross the smooth surface from the little breeze that past over it. I startle as I hear who could only I know be Isabelle bend down behind me. She wraps her arms around me and pushes herself into my back. Her lips nuzzle the side of my head and she makes a little noise as she nuzzles my hair. I can't help but laugh at how cute she is and cover her cold hands with my own "Hi Izzy."
"Hey Lil. Do you wanna go on a date with me?"
I feel myself blush even though I had known that she would ask me out sooner or later today. My heart flutters as I answer with a timid yes.
"Hmmm, cool then…I was thinking we could maybe go to hmm I don't know…the __________ concert that's coming up next month?"
"W-What?! Those tickets are so expensive!" I spin around and break the hug looking at Isabelle incredulously. She knows how much I love that band. Something very few people knew. The band was loud and had a rough and roguish style to them…but I loved them anyways, I wasn't as quiet as everyone thought I was…and if Isabelle had tickets....well she definitely has won my affections one thousand percent!
"Well I heard they were coming to Australia so I thought it would be perfect. Getting permission won't be too hard neither; My Sister Ashley says that she will be able to come with us too; so we'll have like…'adult' supervision too!"
"O-Oh my god!" I tackle Isabelle into a hug and scream out yes. In my excitement I even kiss her. Isabelle makes no complaint to my excitement and happily kisses me back, wrapping her lips around my own and holding me closer. I break the kiss and huggle Isabelle and my cheeks start to hurt from the big grin on my face.
"This is so cool!"
We stay like that for a while. Despite the awkwardness of me lying atop of Isabelle the warming sun and perfection of the moment was too good to ruin. Eventually we even drifted into a light doze as we lay there. Isabelles hands travelled in small circles around the small of my back and I listened to her breath and heart contented and glad to be in my friends arms. So close, just me and her. I didn't think, I didn't want to. No labels. Just Isabelle and I.
The day was perfect I didn't want it to end.
But of course it had to. Eventually we had to get up and pack up so that we could get back to Isabelles house before eight. We were surprisingly quiet. I didn't know how to break the silence. Only talking when one asked a necessary question that required an answer. Every now and then during the silence Isabelle would smile, I'd smile awkwardly back then look away and stop. I'd smile again and bite my lip. A habit I seemed to be developing. The drive was a little less tense, we started joking and talking normally and I felt relief as our easy laughter filled the small space of the cabin of the old ute. The engine rumbled and the ute came to a stop as we arrived in the drive to Isabelles home. Her dad was waiting already and I waved in return when he smiled and greeted us back home. Isabelles door slammed shut and I closed mine as well walking up beside Isabelle as we approached her dad.
"Hey dad, guess what?"
"What?" He answers as Isabelle and I made our way up the stairs onto the varanda.
"Delilah said yes to the concert. So it's still cool to go right?"
Isabelles dad nodded his head then his smile left his face and he ran his hand over his mouth and chin. His eyes lost humor and he looked over at me before getting out of his chair and asking Isabelle to go on without me for a moment.
When questioned by his daughter he shook his head and told her to go. Nerves fought within my gut twisting and turning and squeezing creating discomfort that only fueled my worry as Isabelle gave me a concerned look before opening the fly screen door and entering the house. "I'll be in the lounge, kay?"
I nodded my head and Isabelles dad offered me to sit.
I wrung my hands in my lap looking at my faded jeans unsure of what mr Samsa needed to say that only I was allowed to hear. "I have some bad news and I'm not sure what you'll want to do once I pass on this message." Isabelles dad starts as he brings one of the seats closer to mine so that he was sitting across from me.
"What is it?"
"It's your mother…and little George…" My heart sinks my mind floods over with fear and I swallow down a lump that forms in my throat trying to keep control of myself. "…your dad, he hit a tree, your Mother is in a critical position and has been flown to the hospital in Melbourne, your brother was critical but he's stable now. Your dad is okay his side of the car got the least of the crash." The tremors that I had vainly attempted to keep back rolled over my shoulders and I let out a chocked sob as I leant forward suddenly unable to keep myself upright. "Delilah!" Isabelles dad leans forward and stops me from falling; He's off his chair and kneeling on one knee in front of me. He looks up into my face and sees my tears. Leaning forward he brings me into a hug and I crumple on his shoulder crying for a moment. I'm thankful that it was him who told me this. That it were HE who told me…not someone I didn't even know. I swallow down again trying to control myself to speak.
"W-what-what happens now?"
"Well that's up to you…Your biological dad, George; he says that you can stay here, or if you wanted then you could stay with him…or your mothers sister; Mary…she's offered to allow you to stay with her for a week or so, so that you're closer to your mother and brother…"
Another tremor shook my shoulders and I wiped my eyes sniffling. "I-if it's okay I'd like to stay here…at least for a few days or a week so that I can get my head straight…"
Isabelles dad nodded his head understandably and stood helping me up, he guided me inside where in the instance that Isabelle turned around from the T.V. to see me was by my side in a flash! I hugged Isabelle hiding in her jumper  and wrapping my arms around Isabelles neck and feeling her warmth as I sobbed.
That night I didn't eat and neither Isabelle or her dad made me. I went to bed my body seemed stiff and I collapsed staying awake for hours thinking over again and again of what I had been told.
What was I going to do???