Broken Pieces

Chapter fifty

• This chapter ended up being a little longer than I planned but every part is too important for me to remove so PLEASE just read.

TRIGGER WARNING

• Sorry in advance to anyone who gets offended by assault themes and such... It was a necessary evil.

• Sorry for the late update too — was really really sick, so…

• Here's what I have ... enjoy… 😘

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I laid on my bed in my room in the house, three days after knowing those who caused the accident that invoked disaster to my family.

Three days after receiving a cheque and now three days later I was back home from cashing out the cheque.

Aren't I fucked up?

Three days of staring balefully at the piled up bills. Especially medical expenses and each day my dad spent at the hospital counted to add more to the mounting bills but the man was still unconscious. I couldn't blame him.

In those three days before cashing it, I resisted, I really tried to just tear it up but the bills and other developments in those days made it impossible.

Like how my uncle had to go back to New York because he needed to be at work and to also help research for better hospitals because the doctors said though the surgery was successful, my father's brain might have suffered a minor damage.

That was enough to make me worry.

Also, my dad still wasn’t waking up because according to the doctor, his brain wasn't ready yet and he didn't even know my mom was dead yet. They were then speculating how he would be if he knew, they were scared that the news would affect him too much when he woke up but we all knew he had to be told.

So, in even waking up we knew my dad would have problems adjusting to reality. So now, Uncle William was looking for hospitals in New York because we'd decided that there was no way we could stay at Wyandotte anymore.

My aunt was still trying to understate the money problems because she didn't want me to worry. Her plan was that if her brother — my dad — had any permanent problems then she and her husband would take care of it since my parents’ joint account had almost nothing in it.

That was not my plan.

Kyle's cheque was the plan.

I cashed it at a bank a town away, where no one would know me and since when I looked at the cheque it had been written that it could be cashed anywhere but best at a branch of theirs.

The bank had given me the money only after calling Kyle and checking my identification. He had a personal account manager and he'd called the manager at the bank I went to.

The manager had helped and given me the entire sum without blinking. Which meant Kyle that wasn’t really old enough to make and give out that kind of money was doing that and it wasn't abnormal to his account manager — or the other manager that recognized him by name — especially that he was giving a seventeen year old that kind of money.

I’d immediately gone to the hospital account and paid the hospital bills and taken a teller to the hospital but sneaked out without going to my dad's ward or gone to my aunt that was staying with him at the hospital.