My Journey with June

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

Some of the content in this book may be triggering for some readers but there will not be any graphic or detailed traumatic scenes. Also Note: there will be lot of cussing and mild sexual content.

If life were predictable it would cease to be life and be without flavor _Eleanor Roosevelt

Copyright ©️_2022

BOSTON , MASSACHUSETTS

"I have what?!!" I gasps, completely bewildered.

"Judging from the results of your lab tests It seems you have pancreatic cancer, although it's not that clear. I recommend you undergo immediate biopsy and x-ray to be able to determine its present stage and the best procedure to utilize..." I zone out, trying to come to terms with what he was saying.

"Miss Allister?" he calls, bringing me back to the present.

"yeah…yeah... yeah Doc. Sorry I completely lost you right there, but you know what? I can't deal with this shit right now, there's already so much on my plate. I just can't afford all this," dismissing him with the wave of my hands.

He opens his amber eyes in shock, probably the first time he's hearing his patient who is possibly dying of cancer say such. "You can't be serious Miss Allister." He blinks his eyes in disbelief.

"More than you can ever imagine Doc. I bet you don't want me to start telling you my life's history."

"You are one weird fellow"

"So I've heard multiple times" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Pretending that you don't have the disease or making a caricature of it doesn't make it go away. The sooner you go for a full body checkup and begin immediate treatment, the better. It can be stabilized, you'll also have high chances of managing the disease till we discover a cure.

"Thanks for the advice by the way, I guess that's what doctors are paid to do. Have a good day Doc" I say sarcastically. Grabbing my purse from the table, I stand up from the visitor's chair, trying to make a beeline for the door.

"That's not what I'm trying to do here… besides, you can't just leave consult..."

Not letting him say more, I scurry off. I hear him call my name the moment I grab the handle of the door.

"You are in urgent need of a checkup, if only you'd just let me__"

I bang the door of the consulting room, shutting him up, and hoping to create a distance between me and those words he just said. I notice some people turning to sneer at me. 'Do I care?' Fvck NO! hell! I don't even care if they rain down bricks on me right now. 'What if the doctor was lying?' Stupid brain! You just think about that right now that I have already displayed an Oscar award winning performance.

'What if I go back inside? Should I go back and confront him for the fraud he truly is? Or straight up demand for the refund of my money, threatening to file a lawsuit?' I started to think. Nah, I can't do the walk of shame by going back the second time. He made a big mistake of confusing me for someone else, and that's it! I intend to stick with that. I guess being in denial tends to work better for me. But, why does this crazy part of me believe he was telling the truth. Still lost in thought, I wince when I feel a rough tug on my hand. Turning abruptly to hit the assailant I come face to face with Brody.

"Yo! Yo! hold it there muffin," he said wrapping his strong arms around my tiny waist.

"why the fvck did you do that? I almost bashed your face in, you jerk" I say, seething.

"And now that's my girl," he smiles. "I have been trying to get to you the moment you left the doctor's office, but it seems you kinda spaced out or something. What's up? What did he say? He asks, releasing me.

"You've got a fag on you? I would like to lit something."

He dips his hands in his back and front pockets. "Nah, I've got some in the truck if you'd still be interested by the time we're out the door." Looking around, realization suddenly dawns on him when he asks, "isn't smoking like restricted in hospitals?"

"Don't tell me the big bad Brody is scared" I mock, pulling him along while he glares at me.

"We both know that's not nearly half the truth, so enough with changing the subject, what did the doctor say?" he ask, pulling me to a complete stop.

"Nothing," I say, dryly.

"Excuse me," he squint his eyes. "What's nothing?

"Then, what would you want him to say?"

"I don't know…maybe something, anything I guess"

Narrowing my eyes at him, I ask "Do you want something to be wrong with me, Brody?"

"I never said that," he hiss. "I just want you to be okay muffin" he assures, brushing the expose part of my arms with his slightly rough fingers and leaving goosebumps on his wake. "He can't just say nothing when you're sick."

"I'm not sick" I say with conviction, willing myself to also believe it. Maybe if I say it enough, I'll also believe it completely.

"Why the fvck are we in the hospital then?!"

"It was a miscalculation on my part, sorry for getting you involved." He stares at me intently, trying to unearth my thoughts.

"I have to take a leak" I say in an attempt to escape his scrutiny.

"No you don't" he tugs at my right arm. "You just had one before seeing the doctor. Why do I feel like you're hiding something from me?"

Already getting riled up due to frustration, I retort. "And why do I feel like you want sick."

"That's not true at all. I know what you're trying to do here." He says like he has just found the key to a missing puzzle and is ready to fix it in the mix.

"And what's that, huh?" covering my trembling hands and trying maintain a stoic face, I ask. Ok now, Brody's just being an ass as usual. Nothing new here, but for once I wish he would just let this go and let me sort out my feelings before bombarding me with questions. Telling him I may have cancer. Or rather, the doctor said I have cancer, isn't something he's going to respond well to. Imagine telling your high school boyfriend that you are suffering from a terminal disease, and expect him to stand by you bla..bla..bla. This is no freaking 'A Walk To Remember', wonder how Nicholas Sparks got away with pulling such to shit on TV. Raising an eyebrow, I ask "So you plan on creating a scene in front of all these people?"

"It doesn't have to be so if you don't want it" he shrugs, folding his muscular arms. "Go on, I know the doctor said something, your expression gave it all away." He affirms.

"You know what? fuck off Brody" I say, pushing him back with all my strength and heading right for the entrance. He regains his balance almost immediately and follows fast at my heel.

He catches up, pulling my long brunette hair and forcing me to a standstill. "You don't ever pull such bullshit on me again, got that huh?" he rages, clearly pissed off.

I flinch from the pain in my now burning scalp. Sometimes I tend to forget just how dangerous Brody can get when he's angry. He becomes like a ticking bomb, blowing up right in your face before you get a hang of what's actually going on around you. In school, he's known for having a mean streak and sprawling out of control, and in the process turning violent.

"Let go," I say, trying to disentangle my hair from his death grip and bringing the situation under control again.

Raising my voice higher than I intend, I squeak "LET GO, BRODY!."

"I should let go?" he gives me a sinister smile, sending chills down my spine. "That's not in our book, remember?" he whispers in my ear, making me turn ten shades paler. "That wasn't what you were saying when I was shoving my massive dick down your throat or riding your fucking cunt. All I heard you scream was, harder babe!! Oh God, don't stop, I'm close! Sweet Jesus! don't let go!" his voice husky. "My muffin is a wild cat when it comes to frolicking in bed" he touches my nose which I scrunch in disgust, a little bit of relief gushes through me as I was expecting something more vicious. "My girl screams like a banshee in bed. I'm not complaining though, it's always good for a little ego boost." He smirks.

"Oh pleaseeeeee!" I say, rolling my eyes after the psycho released me.

"Hey, do we have a problem over here?" one of the security guards stationed at the entrance door asks, while looking at Brody suspiciously.

"We are fine…just a little f fall out, everything is all fine, right muffin? he replies, linking our hands together. I suddenly feel nauseous, so tempted to knee him right in the balls.

"You okay Miss?" he inquires further, clearly not satisfied with Brody's reply.

"I'm fine, thanks for your concern" I say while giving him a fake smile. I can hold this over Brody someday. I even have a witness, lucky me! So sad it's not going to be today because I still need the asshole if I would be getting more supplies in the future, I guess that's one of the pecks of dating a popular jock.

"you are welcome Miss" he says, returning back to his place of duty which gives me enough time to remove my hand from the moron standing beside me.

"Pufff... that was close," he breathes.

"Lucky you" I comment dryly.

His attention shifting to me "yeah, thanks muffin, didn't want that one on me. I just didn't know what came over me." He rubs his face with both hands and then drags them down, his shoulders slumping. "You know I don't like us fighting right?"

I nod to just get it over and done with. I really need to get high and it seems like Brody picks up on this one when he says.

"Come on muffin, I'll make it up to you."

Hallelujah!! I mentally scream. Racing to his Toyota tundra that's parked at the hospital's parking lot. with him taking the wheel and me riding shotgun, we drive out of the hospital.

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A/N: This book is written in two POVs, it's written in the POVs of the two main characters ( June & Dylan). To avoid confusing the readers, the author made it easy by writing each header with the name of the person talking…instead of the normal "CHAPTER 1,2,3 etc.

This is entirely a work of fiction, you may come across names of known places, events etc…during the course of reading. Bear in mind that this storyline is based on the author's imagination and has little to no similarities to real life happenings. Please, don't Ignore the warning at the top.