"There's no easy way to say this, Ree," Rusty said.
I walked to the living room with both Rusty and Dominic by my side. I sat down on the couch, but Rusty kneeled down beside me.
"Just say it Rusty," I said.
"He has..." he started. "I can't even say it."
I tried to keep my breathing steady.
"What is it?" I asked.
"He has leukemia," Rusty said.
My throat started to constrict, and tears filled my eyes. I wiped my nose with my thumb quickly, trying to supress the saltwater from my eyes.
"I've already got an appointment for you for set up for someone to review everything and tell you the pricing for treatment and how far the cancer has spread," he said.
Cancer. My little five year old brother had cancer. He might not survive long enough to truly live.
"Its tomorrow at ten o'clock," he said. "I've already covered the costs for everything."
"Thanks," I muttered weakly.
My chest started closing in. I put my head in my hands, trying to hold myself together.
"I should probably head home," Rusty said. "I'll leave you two alone."
"Where is he?" Dominic asked.
"In his room," Rusty answered.
I heard him slam into the door twice before it opened.
Dominic put his arms around me, pulling me into him. His breathing was as ragged as my own.
There was nothing he could say. Nothing he could do. It was how it was. There was no way that he could fix this. Max would most likely not survive this.
"Sissy? Nicky?" Max called out.
I looked up to see him standing in his doorway, rubbing his eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Come here, Max," I said, motioning to him.
He crawled into my lap.
"Nothing's wrong," I said, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Everything's fine."
LIAR! I wanted to scream at myself.
"Why are you crying?" he asked.
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Losing ControlTeen Fiction
Riannan's life was spent watching her five year old brother since her mother was too busy passing out at bars and hooking up with twenty-year olds to do it herself. Living in a run down apartment and working two jobs to stay there was hard work for...