I paid a virgin

Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

He's willing to pay

It was now nine in the evening when I step inside our house. The television was still on in the living room and arguing voices echoed in there. It wasn't loud but the heat in it wasn't hard to miss.

“Dad, just hear me out!” Charles growled quietly. “We have no choice…. Even if we all pull our pitiful savings from our rolled socks it won’t compensate the expenses… Summer is our only chance paying out debt!”

I stopped dead when I heard my name thrown in the conversation. Only chance? Me? I don’t have enough savings to pay what debt?!

“Charles you are talking about selling your sister” mom soft voice argued with him.

“Mom and dad please….. the last few days in school I couldn’t help thinking my friends will stay away from me if I ended up empty handed. I needed my pocket money. I know I’m so selfish right now…. But I just hate being this poor.”

“I can’t let you do that Charles! You will let her be destroyed so you can save your social status! Why can’t you just be honest to your friends like Summer to Hanley and Marty! Did you not even love your stepsister after all these years that’s why you will let her suffer that one?” dad almost yelled.

There was silence after that outburst. What the hell happen? Why are they arguing this stuff?

I walk toward them and found my father, mom and brother holding papers. It was father's face that caught my attention, plastered in his face was doom.

I know that face. That was the face we all saw when the gas station he owned almost landed in the bank's name because of the bills.

But this time his face was worst.

"What happened?" I mumbled, hugging my dad. My mom was crying silently beside him. Mandy wasn't here so I guess she was sleeping now.

"We lost it," Charles muttered rather than dad. "The gas station. We couldn't pay the bills and dad got sued from his employees for not paying them for two months. We needed five grand to pay all of it or the court will seize part of the bakery too."

My face fell on the ground when I heard that. The gas station dad owned, gone for good and the bakery after that. And dad got sued! Sued! I breathed deeply, trying to think any way for us to get through this. I can’t believe everything will disappear soon. But we needed to at least stop the wound bleeding until it run dry.

"We could sell my car," I muttered. I bought it from my savings in the shop, savings that took me three years. I'm willing to sell it.

"It won't compensate the bills, Sum," dad stammered beside me. "And you can't take the bus to school. I know it's a great risk." A great risk that means I was almost kidnapped after the bus dropped me of. That was ages ago.

"We can't let them take the shop too. That's our job, dad! Mom, made so much sacrifice having it," I told him. God why did you give us this complications?! And Mandy was still too young to stop going to school if we won't think a plan. "We need to sell it." I looked at Charles and saw his eyes filled with tears.

He hated being in this situation again. He hated if his friends know our financial down fall. Everybody knows in school that we have money because Charles made it look like. Only my friends knew that it wasn't true.

"He told me what he offered to you," he muttered lifelessly. He wasn't looking at me but on the floor.

I could feel dad stiffened beside me and mom threw Charles a glare. I didn't understand it. Why is dad suddenly boiling in anger?