Confessions of a 18 year old escort

Chapter 3.

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I woke up to mumbling and squeaking of the floor boards above me. Picking up my phone from the cold linoleum floor where I dropped it last night. I looked at the time 3:12 a.m. it read. Who's up and why? Sitting up in my bed I listened to the voice well voices I found out with further inspection above me. I could hear my mom mumble quietly to someone.

Sitting up I hurried out of bed out and quietly opened up my door sneaking up the stairs. I stopped at the door that lead to the kitchen. As I was about to open it I he'd my mom's voice " I don't know what I'm going to do jess" she mumbled quietly with a voice full of sorrow,worry and stress to her long time best friend and my adopted aunt Jessica Mitchells. My hand slowly dropped from the door knob.

I leaned against the door hoping to catch  more of the conversation. What's going on and why is she so stressed i wondered. She sounded close to tears. "I have to handle Sara's doctor bills not to mention I'm behind on rent. The chemo is going to wipe us totally out! I don't know what to do" I pulled back for the door as it was on fire in shock. Chemo? What doses she mean by chemo? What's happening? All these questions and more swam through my head. Backing up from the door I ran down the stairs into the safety of my room. I locked my door then slowly slid down it and pulled my knees to my chest. "What the hell is going on? Why didn't she tell me? Ughhhhh!" I screamed burying my hands deep into my hair. "You don't know who has cancer or if its even cancer for sure Sara you didn't listen to the whole conversation" I said to myself to calm down after repeating that to myself about fifty times.

I stood up ready for answers, ready to demand them if needed be. I will find out what's happening. Putting my shaky hand on the door to unlock it. Taking a deep breath I climbed the stairs ready for answers. Reaching the kitchen door I looked at the knob as if it were a poisonous snakes ready to bite me at any moment and infect me with its venomous posion.

Shaking myself no! I need to do this not only for myself but for the monkey that I call my little sister. Putting on a brave stonic face I turned the knob and pushed open the door. Looking into both of the grown women's eyes. I looked down at my mom as she sat at a chair at the table meeting her eyes I shut the door and said the one thing that will hopefully get me answers to all the questions floating in my head.

     "We need to talk"

Short chapter I know don't kill me, I hope you enjoyed it ~T.B.

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