The Doctor In New York

Blue phone boxes and lush bath bombs

"No. It's fine. I'll take it. " I answer him silently feeling very uncomfortable. He angry grabs my arm and drags me with him. "This way!", he mutters. Wow, my arm really hurts. Mom always described dad like the nicest man in the whole world before he got a work offer he could not resist when my mom was 8 months pregnant with me and left us in Edinburgh while he moved to an apartment in Manhattan. My mom did fine on her own, and raised me well. She wasn't always there for me, and worked a lot, and at some points I wished that I had a "fairytale mother" with no flaws. It was when she was diagnosed with cancer in her lungs that I realised what a strong women she is, was, and had taught me important lessons and still been able to pay for food. I'm proud of having her as my mom. Anyways, back to reality. "Get off me!" I snap, but dad won't let go. He drags me to the car, and then push me into the car and throws the bag to my lap. I feel tears welling up behind my eyelids but I won't cry, not in front of this man. My sadness that I've hold inside of me since the funeral turns in to anger and when dad turn the car I feel anger bubbling inside me. How dare he? This is the first time ever I've seen him and he's already hurting me? "You know that hurt." I say, just to make it even more obvious.
"Yeah I know. Just leave me alone and I'll leave you alone. Isn't that how teens want it these days? So you can party? Deal? Great." He says and keeps on driving. We haven't reached Manhattan yet but I think we're driving through Brooklyn right now. This is at least how it looks on Gossip Girl. And second of all, party? Me? Come on! I get a strange feeling he wants to be alone more than I do though.
I stare in through the window for the rest of the ride, ignoring my dads "deal". When we reach a huge building with servants standing outside waiting for us (a big surprise for me) my dad gives the keys to one of the servants and they even opens the door for me. I try to grab my bag but the man says that he'll take it later. I thank him, and asks for his name. I think it's a good move to be polite here, since my dad won't be much of a friend. Probably not the kids at school either. He tells me that his name is John and that he is in his 60's and thanks me for talking to him. I tell him a little about me (That my name is Bella, that I lived in Edinburgh before, and that I'm 15. The typical.) I walk out of the car and spot a old vintage phone box (blue and black) in the corner to the next building. Who knew they were still a thing? Not me anyways!
I enter the huge building looking exactly like a really expensive hotel, like the ones rich people would stay at. There are red carpets in the lobby and huge lamps pimped with what looks like diamonds. I follow my dad to the elevator and the press the button for the top floor (15!).
"You've got your own room so you and your friends can be all alone. Tomorrow my personal assistant will take you shopping so you can buy whatever you want to decorate with. " He handles me a golden credit card and I take it, feeling an unfamiliar feeling of power as I hold it. "Don't worry about the prize. I'll pay for it. " Then, in perfect timing, the door opens and dad walk out. The apartment is HUGE and there are a ton of servants running around taking care of my dad. John comes up to me and tell me that he'll show me to my room. We walk through a long corridor and then stop in front of a door saying "BELLA" with pink letters on it. "Your dad always had a room ready in case you ever came to visit." He explains and opens the door to another huge room. How big is this place? "This, Miss Bella, is your room. The door to the right is to your toilet. Dinner will come to your room in a hour, so I would suggest you taking a bath and then putting on some comfy clothes. Press the red button next to the light button if you ever need us to do anything. Sweet dreams!"

I take Johns advice and start to look for my bag. I find it lying on my new queen sized bed and I grab my favourite pyjamas. On the wall across the room is a TV, and I've two bed tables. I suddenly feel pretty overwhelmed and rush into the bathroom carrying my pyjamas to take a bath. To my surprise I find a Lush bath bomb in shape of a star on the toilet which makes me smile. This might not be so bad...