Gangster Fever 🏕

Chapter Four .

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A few days later , August 21st.

I parked into the driveway of my parents home , my stomach immediately turned once I saw my father in the backyard.

I'm literally drained ,  just got off of work and I have to come home and deal with this shit.

Although me and my parents don't get along whenever my mother calls , I seem to always find myself running to her.

She says that   she has something important to tell me , I hope that it isn't about any bullshit because for the past week that's all people have been putting me through.

I just sat there for a moment reminiscing before getting out of my car and walking into the backyard , I walked straight passed my father.

I walked up the steps and sat my keys on the kitchen counter." Whats going on ?." I asked looking at my mother as she sat at the kitchen counter.

I'm just ready to lay in my bed already , I have so much paper work to fill out it's not even funny.

" I have something very Important to tell you , and so does your father." I jerked my head back in pure confusion.

What the fuck going on?.

I scratched the back of my neck and leaned against the kitchen sink. I turned my back facing her and reached into the kitchen cabinet grabbing a glass cup.

I pulled my sleeves back. " Okay." I responded." Then just tell me , don't procrastinate with me , Ma." I added.

I let the cold faucet water run and filled my glass up to the rim turning around to face her.

" Wassup?." I said , all my attention was focused on my father as soon as he stepped inside the kitchen.

My mother stood up and sighed looking at her husband , this man is no father to me , he's exactly what he says his name is to me and that's James.

I pulled my skirt down and waited for her to say what she had to say.

" Chanel , your father has been diagnosed with stage four prostate cancer." Her voice cracked.

I sipped on my glass of water.

See , this is the bullshit that I was talking about , she's taking up my valuable time talking about her husband being ill.

" I went in thinking that something was wrong and it was , the doctor that they will try and do what they are able to , but when death wants you , nobody can stop it . We're not struggling but we also don't have the funds to even at least try the treatments , I'm begging you Chanel ." He paused and I interrupted.

I shook my head and smiled deviously.

Revenge is sweet , a sweet bitch.

" I'm sorry , I don't have the funds either." I lied kicking off my heels and walking into the living room.

I flicked my hair over my shoulders , " Like you just said , when death wants you no one can stop it , so why try to prevent it and live longer with a treatment ?, your dying slowly."