Filthy Deal by Lisa Renee Jones

Author:Lisa Renee Jones [Jones, Lisa Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Julie Patra Publishing
Published: 2024-03-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter sixty

Eric

The past…

Jennie pulls her giant truck to the edge of the trailer park and stops. “I have to let you off here.” She looks at her watch. “Hurry. You have to go. I’m so late to work, it’s insane. If I get fired, my mom will be pissed and we won’t be going out this weekend.”

“We aren’t going out this weekend,” I say. “You know that. I’m staying with my mother.”

“You’re only sixteen. You still have to live.”

“What part of she’s dying do you not understand?”

“I can’t date a guy who can’t ever go out.”

I cut her a look. “Then don’t date me.” I open the car door.

“Eric, damn it.”

I don’t reply. I get out of the truck. “Thanks for the ride.” I slam the door and slide my backpack onto my shoulder. I have homework that will take me all of about thirty minutes. I can do it in the morning before class, but my mother likes to see me open books. I’ll open them for her.

I start down the road that leads to our trailer, and just that easily, I’m already done with Jennie. I don’t need anyone in my life right now but my mother anyway. I don’t know why I tried. My mother is what matters. My mother who can’t die. We have to find another treatment. There has to be a way to pay for it. I’ll volunteer as a guinea pig. I’ll let them study my brain. I know my mom doesn’t want that, but she’ll have to understand.

I turn the corner to our street and the sight of ambulances and fire trucks slams into me. My heart explodes in my chest. My stomach knots. Numbers begin to pound at my mind. “Mom. Mom!” I charge forward, blood pumping through my veins and in my ears. “Mom!” I run and run and I don’t stop until I’m right on the edge of the yard and only then because a monster of a police officer catches my arms.

“Son,” he orders. “You need to stay right here.”

“I live here. I live here! This is my home. You can’t stop me from going into my own home.”

“Are you Eric Mitchell?”

“Yes.” Tears start streaming down my cheeks. “I need to see my mother. She’s sick. She’s got cancer. She needs me. I’m her son!”

The officer hits a button on his arm and says, “Get that social worker here now.”

“Social worker?! I don’t need a social worker. I know she has cancer. What’s wrong? Is it a reaction to the chemo? What’s wrong?!”

“Son,” he says, his voice vibrating with an undercurrent that touches his eyes. With something he doesn’t want to say. “Son, your mother—”

“She’s dead. She’s dead, isn’t she?”

He doesn’t have to reply. I see it in his face and the numbers attack my mind, diving at it like sharp blades.

My knees go weak and I fall down, grabbing my head and in a tunnel of pain, I hear, “Get me an EMT tech! Now!”

I black out.

No. I don’t black out.

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