Riches To Rags

Chapter 5

S K Y L E R

My internal organs were burning up with anger when William dropped me off at home.

I'm so going to kill Crystal for this.

I barged into the house and from afar I noticed Crystal's figure leaning against the one of the pillars.

"Crystal! Why the hell were you blowing up my phone?!" I hissed as I got closer to her.

I'm about to grab her when I notice the serious mood everyone had. That's not the weird part, the weird part is that there were all in the living room, and yet no one was arguing.

"You're finally home!" Mom voice said with a depressing sigh.

"Meaning?" I asked and crossing my arms across my chest.

"You should sit down, there's bad news," Mom answered and I got really anxious.

What happened that was so bad?

"Spit it out, Mom!" I groaned.

Did something terrible happen to dad?

"We are poor!" My mom said in a weird tone, her face, expressionless.

What?

"What do you mean we're poor?!"

"I'm sorry sweetie, but that's how it is." My mom said with her hand rubbing her waist.

Something tells me she has been standing for long, but I really don't care about that now.

"You can't just say something and tell me that! What happened? Where the hell is dad?! He'll fix whatever the problem is."

"First of all, mind your language! Steven is right here." She said gesturing to Steven.

"I'm not a child!" Steven protested and stuck out his tongue.

"I don't know why you're being so dramatic, I'm sure it's something that dad can fix." I

Mom is fond of exaggerating, this isn't any different.

"Skyler, mom isn't overreacting. Ju-"

"Shut up! I wasn't talking to you!" I snapped at Crystal, who was trying to defend mom.

No surprise there; they're each other's favorites.

"Listen, your father's company is in a huge debt. Your father couldn't pay them back. Now, they want to take everything from us." My mom gave what she thought was a summary.

"What do you mean take everything from us? You know what? You're useless, I don't know why I'm even talking to you! Where's dad?" I spat at my mother.

"Dad? Daad? Daddy where are you? Mom's talking crazy again." I called searching for my father around the house, but to no avail.

I returned back to the living room with my arms folded while everyone gave me crazy eyes.

"Where's dad?" I ask, still rolling my eyes at the drama.