Chapter 1 || Y/N
Whatever name it says in the chapter name, that’s the POV the chapter is going to be in. For example, this chapter is in Y/N’s POV.
Today is the auction. The auction that’ll hopefully make our broken family rich. We’ll finally be able to afford Mom’s treatment, and she’ll get better, maybe even cured. At least that’s what I thought.
My father has always been a strange guy. During my childhood, he was there, but it felt like he wasn’t. He always had a bottle in his hand and his eyes glued to a screen. We barely interacted as a family...he was... distant. So in other words, I don't have a healthy relationship with that man.
All of a sudden though, around 3 months ago, my father said he wanted to change and be there for us. He told me about a rare antique Chinese vase that he had. I remember seeing it around the house but I never thought it was special or anything of the sort. He said that it was a priceless vase and with it, we could pay for Mom’s medical bills.
However, today I woke up to not a single trace of the vase and no father. The bastard took the vase for himself. He led me on, then left. I couldn’t believe that he did that...actually-I’m not surprised. Why was I so foolish as to think that he would change, be selfless for one?
However, the worst thing is that I told my mom about it. She was so excited. She looked so happy, the brightest I’ve seen her in months.
Ever since she fell ill, it was as if a black hole sucked the life out of her. She looked miserable. I wanted to take the pain away, but I couldn’t. It hurt me so much to see her like that, she was always there for me. She’s my best friend, and I can’t do anything to help. I went to many doctors to see how much it’d cost for Mom’s treatment, and they were all way out of what we can afford. That vase was going to change things. I could’ve helped my mom with that vase.
Now that I think about it, my father could have lied about other things...was the vase even valuable?
Then it hit me. I knew exactly what to do to get that money. I was still in our house from looking for the vase, and not finding anything. I went into my mom’s bedroom and kissed her forehead. “I can make it right. Don’t worry, I’ll get that money so you can be okay again,” I whispered to her even when I knew she couldn’t hear me due to her deep sleep and loud snoring.
I got out of my mom’s bedroom and called my aunt. It rang a few times, but she eventually picked up.
“Hello, y/n,” I heard my aunt say. “Can you do me a huge favor,” I asked in a somewhat rushed, frantic tone. “What’s the favor?” my aunt asked. “Can you please take care of my mom for a little? Until I come back,” I asked in the kindest tone I could pull of without sounding fake. It's like the 'customer service voice.' “Yes of course...If I may ask, where are you going." “I honestly don’t know where I’m going. All I know is that I’m doing it because I can’t depend on anyone else. Like they say, ‘If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself’,” I replied. “Oh, okay sweetie. I’ll be there soon then,” she said as she hung up.
My aunt was one of the few people I trusted to take care of my mother; honestly, the only person. Thankfully they have a very good relationship, if they didn’t, I don’t know what I would do. When my mom couldn’t take care of me, my aunt did. I guess in a way, she was like my second mom.
I got out with my phone, charger, a purse, and that’s about it. On myway out I saw my aunt pull up into the driveway.
“You’re already leaving,” she asked while getting out of her car. “Yes. Thank you so much for agreeing to take care of my mother, especially on such short notice,” I said while pulling her into a hug. “There’s no need to thank me, we’re family, and things like this is what family is for,” my aunt said as she pulled away from the embrace and smiled at me.
“I hope you do what the person you can’t depend on couldn’t do,” she said and walked to the front door of the house. “Bye,” I said while waving at her. “Bye y/n.”
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