Difference

Chapter four.

Blane Orson.
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Turning my keys in the slot, I drive towards the only spot I know that was similar to what she described.

I don't really care if she had gotten murdered, but I have enough decency to know not to let a woman walk alone in the middle of a night drunk.

I finally reach the place, and there she is sitting on the bench with her shoes in hand. I mentally face palm, before parking in-front of her.

She looks up perky, " I didn't think you'd actually come! " I step out and open the door before helping her get in.

She's so ignorant, but who else will deal with it at 4 in the morning besides me.

We take off, and start driving down the road towards her house. " How do you know where I live? " She asks.

" You forget my empire despises yours, and yours does mine. " I keep focus on the road.

" Oh, alright then. " She stares out the window, then goes tense. " Pull over, now! " I do as so. Sighing, I walk to the other side and immediately each to pull up her hair as she spews everything she's drunk and ate before so.

I look away, not to see while my hand swifts in a motion on her back as a comforting gesture.

Until she's finished, I do as so. Then I hop back in the car, leaving the view of the vomit. Disgusting.

Pulling into her driveway, in silence I brake at the door. " It would be incredibly rude of me not to thank you, and since I was raised with manners..thanks I guess. "

" For picking me up, and holding my hair while I was vomiting. "

" It's fine, just go up to bed and get some rest. " I nod towards the door. She nods and grabs her things, before walking inside.

I make sure she's in, before pulling back onto the road and to home.

By time I reach the door, it's 5:10 am. Walking quietly up to my room, I check on all of my siblings which are knocked out asleep.

Then I lie back down, flat on my back. Staring at the ceiling, before I dose back off.
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Waking up to the cleaners, vacuuming and sweeping outside my room. I groan, looking at the time.

12 pm, god it's noon.

Taking a quick shower, then taking care of my teeth and clothes for the day.

An alarm goes off on my phone, I check it. ' Meeting scheduled for 1:30 pm. British and American. ' What in the world.

Maybe a war starting again, or a sacrifice? Only god knows.

I sigh and go down to my car, driving to the American empire building. Pulling into my regular spot, someone had taken it.

A stupid black convertible corvette, who do they think they are.

I park next to it, preparing to kill whoever walking up to it and gets in. Once I figured nobody is coming, I go up to the meeting room in a hurry, and sitting down 2 seats down from my crippled father.

Opening my stuff, I look up catching a glance of a post-hang over woman.

This is what she gets, for waking me up and driving down to get her. I keep eye-contact with her, she faces me with hatred as I do her.

I think I liked her better when she was drunk, she makes a nasty face at me. Yeah I definitely liked that version better.

The meeting starts, " We need to make emends. This is getting way out of hands, more than I expected. "

" One of your people had a knife in my chest, how do I make emends with that. " My father speaks up. " We forget about the past, let's have an event. Both of our empires combine, maybe a ball or something? "  Aliyah's father suggests.

" Why would I do that, Atlas Rain? Tell me. " My father chuckles, not funnily but full of sarcastic.

" We can both agree, it's really annoying to keep going back and forth with raiding, and killing each other's people. "  Mr. Rain closes his notebook.

" Fine, I'll agree. We have the ball tomorrow night. " My father closes his notebook.

They stand up, and shake each other's hand. I close up, and pack my things. I head toward the door, accidentally clashing into Aliyah.

I back up, to let her go through first then she pauses to wait for me I presume.

As I make it to her, she begins to walk at my pace. " You feeling better, Lemon? " She hits my arm with her elbow. " Shush, nobody knows I'm hungover yet. Let's keep it that way. "

" Who cares, your old enough to drink. " I push the button on the elevator.

We step in, " My parents hate when I drink, they said I could get the alcoholic genes. " She presses the first level.

" Oh, yeah that's sure. I don't drink, because of my fathers genes."   I wait for the elevator to move.

" Your father drinks? " She leans against the side of the elevator.

I nod, " Yeah, he does. That's what makes him the way he is, and why I won't be like him. "

" Oh, sorry. " She looks at me. I shrug, " It's fine. I've gotten used to it, over the years. It's normal. "

She nods, before noticing the elevator isn't moving either. " What's going on? " I press the button once more.

Nothing shifts, nor moves.

Panic sets into her face, " Please..tell me we're not stuck. "
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