Damaged (On Hold)

Chapter Twenty-Six

I walked up to my brother's room and stood in front of the door. I took a deep breath and with shaky hands I curled my finger around the door knob and opened it.

He was sitting on the love-seat in his room doing something on his iPad which was resting on his lay.

"Michael?"

His head turned in my direction at the sound of my voice. A look of relief filled his face.

"Hey, come in." He said.

I walked in his room and lightly shut the door. He locked his iPad, placed it on the armrest beside him and gestured for me to sit on the empty spot next to him.

I sat down next to him. "So you wanna start explaining everything?" I said, getting straight the point.

He sighed. "There's not much to say really. You now know that I have cancer and there's nothing really more to say."

I raised my brows at him. "Are you serious? There's a lot more to say, like for starters what type of cancer do you even have?!" I snapped.

He ran a hand through his hair. "Brain. I have brain cancer."

"What stage?"

I was the most nervous for this answer. This was where I'd find out how much of a chance of survival he had.

"Stage 3."

My heart sank at his words. That meant his chance of survival was slim. Why did this have to happen? He seemed normal, healthy and now I'm finding out that he has stage 3 brain cancer? It fucking sucks.

"But you can get treated, right?" I asked, feeling a little hope.

"It's stage 3 Victoria. Treatment is possible but it's spreading like crazy and the doctor is scared that it might be impossible to remove."

My heart sank even more if that was even possible.

"So then what? There has to be another way to save you. There's no way you're going to die, you can't! Screw the doctor, he probably cheated his way through med school. We'll find another Doctor who can help, I don't care if we even have to travel half way across the world to get you treated." I said and swallowed down the lump in my throat.

He shook his head. "Victoria, the doctor is most definitely not at fault. There's just nothing he, or any other doctor can do."

"There has to be! You can't just die like that! It's unfair. What will I do without you?! You've all I got, without you I'd probably be homeless and starving!" I yelled. "You can't die, you can't."

Sobs were suddenly leaving my mouth and tears were once again falling down my face, but I didn't care about that, all I cared about was my brother staying alive and happy.

"Of course I've already taken care of that. Once I die you'll inherit all my wealth and properties. I know it'll be a burden but it's better than leaving you in the care of our parents or sister." He said and I felt myself get angry at him. Wealth and money meant nothing to me, the only thing that mattered was his goddamn life.

"I don't give a fuck about the wealth! I only care about you surviving. I want you to still be there, I want you to be alive, Michael!"

He let out a frustrated breath. "You see, that's why I didn't wanna tell you because I knew you were going to act like this. The problem with you Victoria is that you care too much. After all the pain I caused you, you still forgave me and love me. It fucking sucks because once I'm gone it's going to hurt you like crazy and that's what I didn't want. I never wanted to see you hurt, but I've seen it too many times and I know that once I'm gone you'll be broken." He said, his tone gone soft at the last sentence.