The Billionaires Club

Chapter 4

Lilliana's POV

Holy Shit.....

I couldn't move. My lack of motion caused me to yank on Margret's hand, making her jerk back and look at me.

"Jesus child, what's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

"I am seeing a ghost Mar, the ghost of my horrible childhood." I pointed my finger at the limo that was currently parked so she could she what I was looking at.

All these years, all I ever wanted was to see my family again but now when I know that they are so close I don't know if I can actually do it.

After coaxing me into walking again the normal trip to the office seemed like an eternity but in that moment, as Margret's hand wrapped around the silver door handle, I wish that the eternity could of lasted forever.

Walking up the stairs past the information booth, I couldn't miss the stares and glances I was receiving from everyone. I tried to tell my self they were looking at both of us. That Margret and I were invited to another Choir audition and we were accepting the offer. But even if that was the cases the overwhelming fact that I might be seeing my parents within the next minutes broke all hopes of my fantasy working.

When we finally made it to the third, Margret looked at me and her intentions were clear. She would be with me but I need to prepare myself. This was my problem and right now I was going to have to face it.

Pushing one of the long cherry oak doors open, I immediately looked eyes with my mother's. The very same eyes that make want to look away from my mirror every morning when I stare for too long. Even though cried and prayed for years that they would call or I would have the chance to see them, being in their very presence right now I almost felt numb. Like I didn't even recognize their faces. Turing away I looked to my principle.

"Hello Principle Brown, what did you call me in here for?" I didn't need a mirror to know that my face was as stone cold as he morning air.

He must have been shocked by my parents' arrival as well because instead of responding he simply rose his open palm toward the two people sitting across the room from me.

"Um" My father was the first to speak "I know this is a lot after all these years but we need you to come home"

Home?

My mother was next. "We have missed you terribly and due to a certain tragedy we um-" She could stop the tear that ran down her cheek.

As my father stood up and hugged my mother's shaking form, I took a moment to take in their appearances. Her eye were unmistakably puffy and red from crying. Both their face looked tired and worn out and the clothes they wore were all black including the wide hat that was currently on my mother lap except for the green broach on the breast of her dress. What came out of my mouth next was supposed to stay with my head but ultimately was loud enough for all to hear.

"who died" All head snapped to me in the instance and whether they tell me or not, I already knew. 

That feeling I had wasn't about me, it was because my  sister died. 

"How" The feelings of anger and sorrow hit me all at once and I begged myself to wake up. My sister? The one loved by everyone ? The one who was the oldest, prettiest and the most likely to succeed between all the presidential children?

"It was an accident. On the night of your birthday, we got into an idiotic argument and when the celebrations were over she refused to ride with us. She took one of the guards cars saying words like I wish I was never born and so on. We tried to follow her since the snow was starting to pick up but we lost track of her. The last time we talked to her, she called us around 1:30am to let us know that she wanted to stop somewhere before coming home. The visibility was horrible by that time and we begged for her to come home but she never did." Mother was hit with another series of tears.

 "This morning when the police knocked on our door we thought it was her and started yelling because we were so worried but in reality we would never be able to say anything to her again. She swerved off the road that night and rolled over four times. The doctors say that when she hit her head the first time, the impact was extreme to the point of being fatal. The next series of head injury just further pushed the theory that she was gone before she had to feel any of it. My father finished.

I didn't notice Margret holding me up until I felt my face soaked with tears. I couldn't believe it.

She was gone.