Paparazzi

Chapter 2

I sat stunned from what he said. Angry even, my father is rich and engaged. To the laywer women who came a to help me a month ago. They had been dating for five years now. That she has a daughter named Ivey. She's my age and a spitting image of her mother. So I should expect long legs, big boobs, and hopefully some smarts. I'm 5'6, a good height . . . who knows really how tall she is. I didn't  really get a look at Charllets's eyes. I sometimes want to hate my father. Right now everything seems so foreign . . .  almost alien. I don't feel comfortable around him or this limo. I can't skate board for two reasons. One, mom made me leave it with her. Two, I don't know where I'm now living. Dad seems at complete peace as if riding in a limo is normal. How long has he been rich? Plus why didn't he send money when mom and I needed it most. When mom nearly worked herself to death. Or when I also had to work myself to exhaustion? Blacking out in gym from the lack of eating. Because I would bring plastic baggies  to school. So I could bring it home for dinner so mom could have the strengh to still work. Does he even feel guilty for leaving us? So many questions I will never ask. Cause deep down I don't want the answer. Cause they may be worse then my imagination. Soon enough we stop and our door opens. Dad steps out and ushers me out. So I slowly follow and then froze in place. A big yellow white mansion stood in front of us. A small hedge had an iron gate door. A small garden on each side of the front door. White, red, yellow, and black roses mixed together. A red bricked way with a water fountain. That birds were singing in, having fun. God talk about a fairy tale home. It makes me feel sick and wanting to go back home. My real home, not some rich one to replace it. I seem to be tooted in spot, not wanting to get any closer.

"Come along darling, come  meet your new family." father said putting his arm around me.

                                                         . . . A few hours later . . .

    I'm now in the guest room, blocking out the classical music. Well failing at blocking oiut the classical music. The music makes my stomach churn. I go into the closet, which is bigger then my room back in Brooklyn, New York. I c hoked on my breath when I saw  what was inside. The whole closet was filled with clothes. There is no room for any of my clothes. I slam the closet doors and walkover to the mirrored dresser. I was happy to find it empty. So I folded up my clothes. Pants in the bottom drawer. Shirts in the second drawer. Underwear and bras in the top drawer. Next I went to my private bathroom. Putting away my women things, oh god is that a jocose tub/shower. What the hell, do these people swim in money?! Oh and it's meant to relax you, well all it's  doing is making me more stiff. That's what the description on the side says. This thing is brand new, the price is still on it. That's a lot of zero's if you ask me. A lot more then I'm used to. Or ever be use to. . . I don't want to be use to it. Towels that have my last initutionals sewed onto it. Ugh, I hate it here. . . I hon't belong in this world.  I need to get ready for bed, which all I need to get rid of is my bra and jeans then I will be good. My hair  down, I wash my face and add on some body lotion to keep my silky smooth. I 'll need to get some sleep before I meet Ivey tomorrow. I wonder how that will smack me in my face. Dinner with Chantelle and dad was tension filled. Dad kept looking between her and I. Chantelle tried  to make small talk. I glared at her and gave her one worded answers. Which was kind of hard to do with some questions. So sometimes I would just ignore her attempts. Father also tried to make me come our of my shell. He had no exceptions, I didn't even try with him. He won't be in my good graces for a long long time. After dinner they asked if I wanted to join them in a game of spades. I told them no and I am now felling ready for bed. Even though it's only 6:30 p.m here. I'm a little jet lagged. Man how I hate flying. but I'll have to do it again in two years.

  I wonder if I should call mom, wait how big is the time difference between New York and London? I'll wait till I know for sure. Which I am not know for sure. Which I am not know for a while which sucks. My mother may be mad for now. Yet she's a big worrier and wouldn't hesitate if she thought if somethings  wrong. I'll call her some . . . time later tomorrow. Summer is almost over, and I have no idea what the plan is. I grab my brush and walked to my mirrored drawer. I look at myself and my skin a pinkish pale. My legs and some of my thighs are visible. My hair reaching to the middle of my back. Swirling at the ends, the brush pulling some hair out. I grimace at my reflection, I'm such a scrawny girl. My legs may be too long but they are really skinny. The same with my arms, thighs are normal at least. My ass is a little big, god my body hates me. At least I have great cheek bones and hair. My eyes a leafy green . . . with specks of brown. Which I think are pretty but not gorgeous. Not a color a guy would fall on there knees for. Plus to add on to it, I'm sorta  a skater chick. Who likes monster trucks and won't touch a salad. It's not like I ever gain a pound in the first place. Should I even go to the feet? Nah I think I put myself down enough today. I crawl onto the too big of a bed. A creamy white materials that felt like a cloud. Okay this is an advantage . . . okay I lobe this bed.I stretch out on it like a cat waking from it's nap. I pull the blanket over me and cuddle closer to the warmth. Soon enough I'm a sleep and loving it.