|| Disguised Sins ||

CHAPTER 1

Today was a regular Friday.

"Fuck faster!" I said under my breath.

I was in traffic for the past 15 minutes. Today was the last day of college, so Jo and I were about to meet outside the café at nine and now it is ten.

When I arrived I saw her outside standing by the car with two coffees. She had worn a black crop top with high waist jeans. Her raven hair was in a messy bun. I parked the car and walked towards her.

"I am so sorry I am late."

"Really I didn't notice?" She said sarcastically and we both started walking towards the college.

"I am sorry. My dad called at eight and we started to argue and it ended at nine-thirty."

"Fine. If it was your father I can say anything." She sighed "are you ok though, did he say anything?" Worry was prominent in her voice.

"Not now, I'll tell you while packing afternoon."

"Okay."

I never had a healthy relationship with my father. He is an abusive bipolar. I don't even know what our relationship is other than business.

The hallway was crowded as usual. Tomorrow morning me and Jo fly back to California and like the lazy person I am I didn't do packing last night, so Jo is going to come over and help me.

We went our separate ways to our classes. We both are majoring in business. At the end of the semester, we bid our farewell to all we know and care to tell them that you pissed us off less than others.

****

Right now we both are at my place.
"Shit!"

"What happened?" I looked up from what I was doing.

"I may have forgotten to label the boxes before taping them." She gave me a sheepish smile.

"Josephine!!" I groaned and put my face in my hands.

"Oops? Sorry."

"It's fine let's order pizza I am done with is packing."

After eating Jo went back home. I set my alarm for 3 am, my flight is at 5 am so now I am only getting 4 hours of sleep. Laying on the bed I looked at the ceiling and a single tear escaped my eye. I wiped it off quickly and went to sleep thinking about what my father had said.

*****

That morning at 8 am.

I am getting ready to meet Jo at the café and the route which I go from usually has traffic. I was doing my make up when my phone rang. I sighed and looked at the ID caller.

'Dad'. With trembling hands, I accepted the call.

"H-hello?" Cursed myself for stuttering.

"Maria, you and Jo are coming tomorrow so Taylor will come to pick you up from the airport."

Taylor was my driver.

"Ok, anything else?"

"Yes, the day after tomorrow that is Sunday there is a charity ball which I want you to attend. You can invite Jo as a plus one because you don't a boyfriend."

Well, thanks for the last part.

"Sure but don't you think we would be tired after the flight. Is it fine if we do not go?" My voice was slow and making sure not to mess with my tone.

"Don't teach me what to do. You are useless, I tell you what to do you simply have to follow my instructions and not backtalk at me.! Is that fucking hard!" He raised his voice.