Is it Casual now?

Chapter 1 - Kylie's perspective

It was a cold late night, or shall I say early morning, in late September and I had returned home from the club. After just about making it up the concrete steps, I weakly pushed the tall front door open and stumbled clumsily into the hallway of my dad's expensive New York town house. I was incredibly drunk, as per usual. Now I had entered the house and was struggling to stand steadily due to my intoxication and poor choice of foot wear (tall black stilletos), my legs and feet fought desperately for balance but all of my efforts were discarded when I tripped over a stray sneaker on the ground and fell helplessly into a heap on the floor. Groaning, I crawled to the nearest wall and leant on it as a support to help me stand up. Once I was back on my feet, I kicked my shoes off carelessly and walked slowly down the darkened corridor, swaying from side to side as I did so. I could barely see anything so it was a miracle that I didn't accidentally knock any of my dad's antique decorations off of the shelves. As I went to turn the corner of the hallway to enter the kitchen, I came face to face with a tall, ominous figure.

My droopy eyes suddenly shot open wide in alarm, "Holy shit!" I screamed, startled.

The unidentified person swiftly reached for the light switch on the wall, blinding me with the abrupt burst of light. I rubbed my eyes and was now able to see clearly whom it was that stood in front of me.

"Dad..?" I said dazedly, I was sure he would be away on a business trip.

My dad wore a cold expression upon his face and crossed his arms before replying, "Kylie. I thought we talked about this."

I kinked an eyebrow, blinking puzzledly, and slurred "Talked about what daddy?" 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "This is just typical of you! You never listen to a word I say, do you?! I thought I had made it perfectly clear that you were in no circumstance allowed to come back into this house in a state like this!" he said, gesturing at my drunk-self with his hand,  "I'm sorry, but you have to leave. Now."

I shook my head in disbelief and annoyance, he couldn't be serious, right!? "Seriously? Leave!? Leave and go where exactly? It's an hours walk back to campus from here!"

At that moment, another person emerged from the master bedroom, it was a woman, and not just any woman. My dad's 25 year old Bulgarian fiancé, Christina. She's currently a model for brands like Chanel, Dior, Celine, you name it she's worn it. It makes my blood boil whenever I have the displeasure of seeing her, after all, she's the reason my selfish father left my mom. He ran off with her when I was 15 and even now, four years later, I still hold on to the same exact hatred and disgust I felt towards him back then. 

I rolled my eyes as she paced over to us, dressed in nothing but her red Victoria Secret night slip dress, it made me internally gag that it was most likely my dad who had purchased this for her. He was practically her life sized walking wallet at this point.

"Great.." I murmured angrily under my breath and frowned at the floor.

My irritation went unnoticed by Christina, who seductively wrapped her dainty arm around my dad's neck and placed a kiss on his cheek. Then, she turned to me and glared as if I were a piece of garbage on the street. "Alex honey, what the hell is she doing here?" she scowled.

"Excuse me? Have you forgotten that this is still my home too?" I snapped at her.

Christina huffed and replied "Listen sweetie.."

"Don't call me that." I interrupted sharply.

She rolled her eyes and continued, "Whatever, what I was going to say was that you gave up your spot in this household when you left for college. Now I decide who stays and who goes, got it?"