The Rich And Bold

Despair

A/N: Hi guys, thank you so much for coming with me this far on my journey of writing the rich and bold. I really appreciate it.

I just wanted to let you guys know that I changed a few things regarding Tracy's story, so if you see a few changes don't get confused, you can just refer to the previous chapter for clarity.

Enjoy❤️

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 told me beforehand that they wanted to celebrate their Christmas together as a nuclear family.

She thought I would make passes at her friends' husbands.

Stupid bitch. 

She and her family could drown for all I cared. I knew her friends and their families were going to be there. 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, I played with the idea. 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 bring. My friends could have anything of mine to remember me by. I just wanted to stop feeling lonely and messed up.

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 indicator on the dashboard moved to 100.

"You can do this" I whispered to myself, ignoring the taste of my salty tears. I paid no attention to the few people on the pavement that gave me fearful and curious looks. My grip on the steering wheel was so tight.

I kept encouraging myself as I drove. 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 break, 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 when my door was thrown open.