Bar Red's Redemption (Edited)

17: To Be Rich and Upset

"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art.... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival."
― C.S. Lewis

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Chapter 17:
To Be Rich and Upset

The drive to her house was silent.

Bar either stared down at the little goddess or out the window to pass the time until they pulled into a long driveway surrounded by trees on either side. There were flowers at their bases, a sharp red and white against the rest of the forest.

The car stopped in front of a thick, black gate and a little stone structure with a rose bush against the side.

Bar watched in a confused fascination as Obsidian rolled down his window, reached out, and pressed on a button. There was an intercom system to their house?

He thinks he underestimated just how rich the Astoria family truly was.

A buzzer cut in and a soft voice went through the speaker. "Astoria residence, how may I help you?"

"Hey, Patricia, it's Obby." He said, leaning against the wheel, fingers tapping it a little anxiously. "Emy had another stuttering fit and we left school early with one of her friends."

"Oh, dear." She said, voice full of worry. "I'll notify the rest of the young masters."

Now that's just creepy. What are they, exactly? Serial killers?

"Thank you, Mrs. Patty," Obsidian said. "Buzz me in, please."

The woman welcomed the older twin and then the buzzer cut off and the gates were opened.

When they went down the rest of the driveway, Bar's eyes widened, just slightly.

When Clementine said she was loaded he didn't think she actually meant so fucking goddamn rich to have a mansion—he definitely underestimated this family.

Not even a mansion, it looked like a fucking palace.

It was at least seven stories tall, based on the windows, and had four towers in each corner with vines crawling up the black bricks, the windows had a gold trimming and the roof was an ebony-colored wood.

The property had fields with flowers and trees and different berry bushes as far as the eye could see and it had to be at least twenty acres.

It's beautiful, is Bar's first, impressed thought. Gwen would love this. Is his second.

"So," the brute began, very subtly. "You're really fucking rich."

Very, very subtle.

"Yep," Obsidian agreed, but did make a face. "Dad's a hotshot neurosurgeon and the CEO of his own company and my mom's a famous model who now owns the top law firm in this side of the states. So rich doesn't cover it."

"Damn." He would've whistled if he wasn't afraid it would wake up Clementine. "Do you like living here?"

"Of course," he says, no hesitation. "Emy and I share the sixth floor with PJ and Rue—who are Pearl and Ruby, the siblings only a year older than us—but we all have our own wings. It's freedom, I can basically do whatever I want, whenever I want to, and also have all of my family in one place. I don't have to cook or clean or anything. Who wouldn't love that?"