When It Rains, It Pours

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Tears pooled in my eyes as I tried to digest the words escaping my moms mouth. My 14 year old little brother, my best friend, has cancer.

"They caught it early, they're expecting him to have a full recovery." My mom tried to comfort me, but her glassy red eyes told a different story. She was scared shitless and I knew it.

I rubbed at my eyes trying to keep the damn from bursting. "Mom, cancer is cancer, there's no good only bad or really bad.." I took a deep breath composing myself. "Is Timothy okay?"

She smiled sadly "you know your brother Zoey he's a little trooper, it'd take a lot more than cancer to bring that sweet boy down." She comforted me

Letting a smile fall upon my lips I nodded "okay well I'm going to see him really quick. Love you" I said while walking to Timothy's room.

"Love you to baby" she spoke as I was walking away.

Hearing gunshots and yelling from inside his room; he was playing the Xbox as always, I quietly knocked.

"Come in" Timothy grumbled. He hated being interubted in the middle of call of duty.

I laughed as I made my way in. I caught him off guard as I crushed him in my arms, never wanting to let go.

Trying to pry my hands off he mumbled "oh God not you to. I'm OK Zoe, you know this right? I'm not going anywhere."

Whiping a traitoris tear I smiled softly "I know bub, but I just couldn't make it without you."

Laughing he hugged me "I know sis, I'm sorry. Im going to whoop cancers a--" he started to say "I mean butt" he finished.

As I kissed his handsome little for head I nodded "I know you are, there's not a single doubt in my mind. Holler if you need me." I said making my way to my room.

"Oh you know I will or I'll just barge in your room, either way works fine for me" I heard him laugh as I closed the door behind me.

In the four walls of my room my mind began to race. I had just graduated college two weeks ago with a RN license in medicine and now this. Loan collectors where blowing up my phone asking for the next payment of my student loans. Stuck without a job yet and the expensive cancer treatments I knew my mom couldn't handle on her own I made a decision.

I was going to auction off and sell the last thing I could never get back: My virginity. To me it was a very small price to pay for my brother's well being, or I thought so at time. If I only knew the wild ride I was in for maybe I would of second guessed my decision, but I didn't. Hold on tight, things could get pretty bumpy.

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