"Never let an old flame burn you twice"
Sydney Janes was a normal teenager until she got behind the wheel one fateful night. She lost her parents in a bad crash, but found Tony Becker - Hollywood's infamous troublemaker. Seeing she was only a kid wh...
With Chyna taking over the LA chapter of Reignbow now officially, I felt everything else would fall into place. She was a better fit for CEO anyway even if she didn't want to admit it.
The girls promised to come visit and once their schedules were clear, they'd come visit. They wanted to throw a launch party here in Nevada at a club where Patrick's connect, Anna Star, worked. I didn't mind that, but I also avoided letting the girls know I was kind of over the whole business.
Delaney welcomed me back but not with open arms. I couldn't help but feel like more and more of a burden. It's like, even when she tried consoling me, it took something out of her. Really, I think it's Tom, he's so controlling. When I first told Delaney I was staying with her, she was excited to host her niece. Now, it's like I have to compensate her if I even breathe the same air as her and Tom.
"Sorry," she said dry.
My eyes feasted on the boxes and artwork that occupied the back room that was once mine temporarily.
"I didn't think you'd be back, you didn't call for weeks," she talked, kicking junk out of the way to clear a path.
"You're right, and I should've. Sorry," I mumbled.
"Stop apologizing, you're my niece, I owe you this. At least after what you've been through."
I looked at her cold.
"I saw the news, all the articles online," she admitted she meant about my time with Tony.
Uncomfortable, I swallowed and scratched my arm.
"I'll move this out of your way later. I have a mean headache, I'm going to lie down. Try not to need me for anything. Tom will be here later so steak for dinner. If you don't want that, I'm sure you'll run out somewhere, just don't let Tom see any takeout, he'll see it as disrespect," she went on.
I almost couldn't stomach most of that. Why did I give a shit what Tom, or any man, thought was disrespect? Please.
"He's a piece of shit," I grumbled to myself.
"I'm sorry?" she asked me to repeat myself.
"Yeah, me too," I voiced, shutting the door in her tired face.
Since it was early in the morning, I remembered all the noise Will and his crew used to create, waking me up. Did I miss that?
I smiled, excited to take a look at how the yard was coming along.
Trying my hardest not to look out of a window, I made my way to the sliding glass door off the kitchen and stepped outside.
At long last, I looked up. To my surprise, it was finished. Like, completely done. I didn't expect that, but I guess a lot happened in nearly a month.
"Delaney never told me it was done," I said to myself, stepping off the patio. But then again, we never really talked so why would she?
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