The Rich And Bold

Despair

CHAPTER THIRTY

SAVANNAH

It was a week to Christmas. For the first time, I was going to spend Christmas alone. My parents had travelled to Japan for the holidays to celebrate 30 years of their loveless marriage by closing a long-sought-after business deal. I would not have followed them even if they had begged me. My sister, thinking I would have liked to follow her family to the Hamptons, lied to me beforehand that they wanted to celebrate their Christmas together as a nuclear family. They were actually going with their friends and their families, and David's siblings and their spouses to the Maldives.

I knew it was because she thought I would make passes at her friends' husbands.

The fact that she thought that made me more bitter than I already was. It made me more depressed than I already was. 

She and her family could drown for all I cared. I had some class; I was not going to cheat with men when their wives were around.

My parents could also get killed on their jet for all I cared.

...Or I could just kill myself. No one would care. My friends would, but they would get over it.

As soon as the thought popped up, I found myself seriously contemplating it. Committing suicide...

Danielle would take over the family business and my parents would have less to worry about. My friends would have each other, and most importantly, I would be free from all the pain that I felt. I wouldn't be miserable anymore.

The idea was tempting. As I sat behind the wheel of my car, almost getting to the gate of Danielle's house, my thoughts and feelings intensified. Within minutes I concluded that it will be best to act on my thoughts immediately; it will be a suicidal accident. I was on my way to pack my things out of her house. I would drive at the highest speed and crash into her wall. Hard enough to cause some damage to her beloved garden. That will be her punishment for not caring about me. My parents' punishment will be to deal with the scandal that my suicide would cause. My friends could have anything of mine to remember me by. 

I sighed as soon as I turned into her street, and a tear rolled down my cheek. I was going to do it. My breathing became shaky when I stepped on the accelerator as hard as I could. I blinked in fear when the speedometer on the dashboard got to 100.

"You can do this" I whispered to myself, ignoring the taste of my salty tears. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my gaze fixed and the road ahead of me, my lips muttering encouragements to follow through with my plan. I paid no attention to the few people on the pavement that gave me fearful and curious looks. 

I was only a few buildings away from Danielle's house when I realised that I had unconsciously moved to the wrong lane. I immediately panicked. I wanted to go down alone, not take an innocent person with me. I saw a black car approaching and I immediately stepped on the brakes to stop the car from crashing into it. I wasn't fast enough; we were too close. I immediately swerved to the right and back to my lane, but my turn was too sharp. I veered off the lane and towards the white wall of Danielle's house. Unfortunately, my legs were still on the brake, so right before I could hit the wall and end my miserable life the car stopped.

"Shit" I whispered. "Shit, shit, shit" I screamed this time and hit my steering wheel. I was panting furiously.

I grabbed the steering wheel once again and was about to take my leg off the break and to the accelerator, when my door was thrown open.

"Are you okay?"

I stared right into the green eyes of Cole Walsh.

When I didn't answer, he moved closer to me and turned off the ignition. Before I could protest, he held me and pulled me out of the car. It was when he tried to help me stand on my feet that I realised that I was in shock. I couldn't stand. My mind was travelling a mile a minute, but my body was shutting down. I began to feel dizzy, and everything looked like it had suddenly cloned itself. A few seconds after, I collapsed.