Unlucky, Destiny or both?
Hey guys this is another new fic I written. I know the others are still not finished and I'm working on them but I've got this opportunity to write a small story for a competition that is going on in my country and I want your thoughts about it before I send it. So please if you can just spent a few seconds to leave feedbacks and tell me what you think I will appreciate them. And by the way this is a few shots story so it will not take long and it's already finished so I will post very soon the first chapter.
Prologue
I was just fourteen when things changed in my life, when our family got destroyed and I had to give up my youth. I was only fourteen when I had to sell the most precious thing, myself. My parents weren't the same I once admired and wished to be like. My father got drunk every night and he was spending too much money that my mother had to get a work to maintain me and my little brother Lucas.
She was working as a servant in a rich house and worked hard to get some extra money but dad would always find a way to take them from her and destroy them in alcohol. After some months in this situation my mother got bored of him and fought until my father left our house but not before he told her that he never loved her and that he cheated on her because she was worth less.
I saw my mother cry for days after that day and I didn't know how to make it better for her. We needed money more than anything else because the loans that our father left were too much and if we didn't pay we were going to lose our house. Mum was working from early morning until late night in these days to get the extra money we needed.
Lucas was only five when everything changed in our lives and it got worse when my mother got sick, real sick that she couldn't work anymore. We were in real crises, we still had the loan to pay, we had to buy food to keep going and we also had to buy medicine to help my mother get better but there was no money for all of that. Money was getting really tight that we didn't have enough for food.
I remember my mother go to our neighbors to ask them for a piece of bread so she could give us something before me and Lucas head to bed. In the beginning everyone was helpful some gave us milk, others bread and even some real food that they cooked that same day but day after another with my mother knock at their door I think they got pissed off because they began to avoid us and no other door would open to feed us.
One night I woke up hungry and slowly I walked towards the kitchen where I knew I could find nothing but my instict got me there. I was almost near the door when I hear muffles and someone cry. I got closer and I saw my mother on her knees in front of the cross we had in the kitchen and she was praying asking god to help us, to give her the strength she needed to get back to work so she could bring money and survive her family. I was crying with my mother at some point because I knew that she was hurting to see us in that state and she couldn't do much to help. In these few days neither money for her medicine was left and she got worst without it. That night I took a decision, a decision that will help my family. It was my turn to take care of them. Yeah I was only fourteen but my mother's cry got to me and I saw myself big enough to go find a job and bring the necessity money for my family. And this is when I had to grow up and looses myself.