Her.

Chapter 2;

I'm not annoyed with you. As much as I typically am with those who won't let me have my way, that is.

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"Ten new clients presented themselves last night alone because of the work I've done with FKA Twig's album," my father stated ecstatically to the phone. I watched him as I stuffed another piece of my pancake into my mouth. His face radiated excitement. It was enough to get me to crack a smile.

"All of them have went platinum," he exclaimed, walking out of the room with his hands in the air. Extreme happiness is what kept him from his chair. I heard my mom's laugh come from behind the couch.

"I've never seen him so hyper."

I looked at her, her finger tips taping the keyboard of her laptop rapidly. She was a workaholic. Even while we were on a vacation. As a lawyer, she says, there's no room for breaks or foolery. I knew for a fact that I got that trait from her — the determination to get something done. I had the same mindset when it came to finishing a television show via Netflix.

And when it came to my school work, of course.

Clearing my plate, I stood to bring it to the kitchen.

"Darling," my mom called, handing me her used dishes with a toothy grin.

Stuffing my phone into the back pocket of my shorts, I reached over the couch for her dishes, being sure to scoff on my way to the kitchen.

"Love you, A," she reminded, turning back to her screen.

I murmured an 'I guess' as I headed towards the sink. Turning the faucet, I squeezed one of the sponges in order to decide if there had been enough soap on it. It practically crunched in between my fingers. I shuddered at how dry it was. Motioning towards the faucet, I held it beneath the running water. Immediately dropping it in the sink and retracting my hand, I repeated several curses while holding my hand up to my lips. The hot water was definitely going to leave a burn later.

Stepping back from the sink, I aired my hand by shaking it. As I gained my prior state of mind and returned towards the sink, being sure to cool the temperature of the water, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I grabbed the washcloth that laid on the counter and dried my hands free of water before pulling out my phone. Fredo had texted me asking if I could spend a few hours beach side before I left Ibiza with him and a couple friends.

I asked what time and his response came almost immediately. He stated that he was on his way there now and I could join him whenever I chose to.

I speed washed my plate along with the plate and cup my mom handed me before shutting the water and running towards my room.

"You seem as animated as your father," my mom declared out to me as I changed out of my outfit and into a bikini along with a flowing white laced beach dress that stopped mid thigh and went off both of my shoulders.

Slipping on my sandals, I explained where I was headed. Since I turned twenty years of age two months ago and moved out of their house after my birthday, my parents stopped questioning my plans, thinking I held responsibility.

I searched for a bag to place a towel, my phone, wallet, and sunscreen. Once finding it, I tied up my hair, which remained curly at the ends from the night prior, into a high ponytail. Thin strands fell by my ears but I ignored it, too lazy to even bother trying to recreate it. I slid my sunglasses on the tip of my head and exited my room.

"Bye mom. Tell dad bye for me. I'll be back," I smiled before walking towards the door, being sure to slip a hotel key in my bag before unlocking it.