Sold [Rough Draft]

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

                As soon as I reached Xavier’s bedroom, I stormed in front of him and quickly opened the door. Without giving him another glance, I add emphasis in my step to show him that his sudden change in mood was not acceptable.

Almost like it was second nature my eyes darted to the sofa, that we had previously put Timothy on, which was now just an air of nothing. Fear choked me furiously, as my eyes hastily scanned the room. Where is my little brother? I wondered and moved further into the room.

Just left him for like an hour and he’s gone! Oh, if my mother was here now she would kill me! I thought, but couldn’t help but chuckle. Never thought I would be looking for a younger sibling. When I had my life with Phil and Rita, I remember Rita always telling me I was a blessing from heaven. She’d kiss me on my head, just after she tucked me into bed and told me the story of when she went to the doctor and they told her she couldn’t have kids.

I recall her stroking my hair, and staring at me with wet loving eyes. Then she’d tell me that they were wrong, that three years later I was born, and it was the happiness day of their lives. Then her eyes would darken and she’d stand up and whisper that when I was born, that it was the end for her and she really couldn’t have any more children. I remember every time she walked out the door, I would watch her with sad eyes. And right after she’d leave I’d jump from my bed and grab my Bible and ask God for a little brother or sister.

Guess He works in strange ways,

            “Timothy?” I called out cautiously, moving further into the room. A rapid movement behind me brought a new dread in my mind. What if the devil had found him, and took him back? What if he…killed him? At the idea of Timothy’s lifeless body sprawled onto the floor, blood running from every limb that was dissected from his main body, caused my nose and eyes to sting. With desperate haste I looked further into the room.

            “Timothy!” I called and rushed to the other side of the room. I needed to find Timothy. If I didn’t I don’t know what I would do. It’d be another let down, another person I cared about taken from. My heart rate speed on the spur of the moment and blood crashed through my veins. Oh no. Timothy was the only blood family I had left, besides Phil. No, I couldn’t have lost him, not just when I got him. That’s impossible.

            “Y-yes-s, pr-rince-ess.” I heard a faint stutter across the room, in a corner and my heart beat came to a tranquil tempo. He’s okay. I assured myself. Quickly, I turned to the left and caught sight of Timothy’s fragile body hunched over in the dark corner.

            My heart softened as I met his frightened pupils. My poor little brother. I took a step towards Timothy and questioned, “What are you doing over there?”

            “N-no-othin-ng, Madame, d-do you need m-me?”

            “No, Timothy.” I sighed and pulled him into a hug. “Are you okay?” I asked and looked to his hand holding his side.

            “Y-yes-s, M-mada-ame.” Timothy nodded and slowly removed his hand from his side. With great velocity Timothy removed himself from my arms and walked over to the silverware cabinet. “M-mel-lin-nda, went out t-to g-get some-ething,” He informed me and grabbed the teapot with a tight hand. “Ca-an I-I g-ge—”

            “Timothy. Can you sit with me for a second?” I asked softly.

            “Y-yes-s, M-madam-me.” Timothy nodded quickly and obediently found his place back on the sofa we had rested him on before.