It's not a Cinderella story

chapter 14

I stand there dumbfounded as I watch the door close.

Wait, what? 

I throw the door back open, so much speed I'm scared I ripped it off its hinges, and run to Neomi, grabbing her wrist so she cant step into her mom's mini van. "What the hell do you mean I'm, 'meeting my dad'?"

She smiles at me and rips my hand off her wrist, "Wear something nice, it's at the Italian restaurant at the end of the street ."

"Neo-."

"Relax, I'll make sure to text you the time when your supposed to meet him. I think it's around six but I'll have to check that out," she opens the door to the car and hops in the front.

"Neomi! your not aloud to leave without a damn explanation!"

"Bye Ree-Ree I'll come over and make sure you look really pretty." 

"Neomi!"

She shifts the van into drive before reeling down the window, "after I was done my research, I found your dads assistants number and scheduled a meeting with your dad, as your client. Did you know your dad is not only a millionaire but the CEO of the Vega hotels, anyway your dad has no idea it's you so it's surprise time!" She squeals before stepping on the gas and driving out of the parking lot.

CEO, millionaire, Vega hotels, meeting those words surround my head. What the actual hell! I go back inside and start up my chores, needing to get my mind off everything; my Mom, Angelo, my dad, Tyler. After a few minutes, I give up, too distracted and I head to my room to grab my keyboard, knowing it helps, alot.

 I plug in my phone into the speakers and sit down at the stage. I scroll through my music before settling on a no copyright sound one, K-391, Everybody. I listen to the beat of it before I place my hands on the keys picking up the familiar tune as the song proceeds. It starts getting familiar and soon enough, I play like I've known the the song my whole life. My head starts bobbing up and down and everything that happened in the last couple hours fades away into oblivion. 

After the song finishes, I sigh and lay down, closing my eyes. Why can't I be normal? with a dad whose not rich, a mother who may not have been murdered by my guardian. I wish I didn't get hurt when I don't follow directions, or I wish I could go to school normally, without having to cover up every second I get so nobody realizes the bruises. I wish I could have a normal relationship with Tyler without-.

The hell? no, no, no, no, bad train of thought, no relationship needed.

I sigh and sit up, checking the time to see it's only 7 pm. I can go out to eat, I think, I can spare a couple or dollars. I pack up the keyboard before quickly cleaning the kitchen and quickly mop the floors, before grabbing a hoodie and a set of keys to lock up. 

With everything locked up, I check my phone, which I unplugged, to see a text from Angelo. 

BICTHZILLA: Alright you little brat, your sisters and I are heading to good old Hollywood for an audition they got. No need to wait up. oh, and here are your chores. 

She then proceeds with a list of chores and I sigh. Partly with releif, that she won't be home tonight and partly agitated at the stupid chores such as: scrub the walls with tooth brush and wash the cat. We don't even have a cat! But sure enough, there's a little note that is attached to the text that says; A cat needs to be picked up tomorrow at the pet store, Always getting stuff that she'll never use.

I pocket the phone before continuing my walk into the late night, letting my thoughts wander. 

Meeting with dad, what in the hell I'm a supposed to say? I know he was depressed but that doesn't mean give up your child. Your child should be the next best thing in your life after your wife. My anger is taken by thought about him trying to get me back when I turned eleven, but Neomi said that Angelo just got mad she said nothing about him fighting to get me back, What if he doesn't want me back and gave up because I was nothing to him? What if when he figures out it's me at that table and not some client, will he just up and leave or will he stay and cry and tell me that he missed me? 

To much damn what ifs. 

And then there's Angelo and my mother, I know Angelo is crazy, but is she really crazy that she'd let jealousy get to her? did she let it control her enough to pull the trigger on the gun? Even though I don't want to believe that the women who beat the crap out of when she could get is a murderer, All the odds are shifting to a, yes.

I pull the picture that I shoved in my jean pockets out, and look at the beautiful women standing next to my dad. I run my finger over her long brown hair, to the little baby, to my dads smile. The smile that is matching my own at this moment. If Angelo did kill my mother, she is the reason why I don't have a family any more, no wait, she's the reason I never got a family in the first place. I sigh and slide the picture into my pocket. 

I continue my walk and I almost do a double take when I see a billboard with Tyler's dumb face on it. What the hell? It's him at one of his concerts and on the side is a an ad for a hair gel. Huh. I read the writing and almost burst out laughing; Be cool, Be smooth, Be Tyler. I roll my eyes, Tyler's in hair gel commercials? what next toilet seats? I try and keep moving but what Neomi said comes up and plaster it's self in front of my mind. 

"You like Tyler!" 

Do I?

I always feel warm when I'm next to him. I always feel those, stupid, butterfly's in my  stomach when he touches me. But that's just hormones, right? Nothing new, nothing that I should take into consideration, But I always feel like one of these nights if I crumble he will pick me up and try and put me back to together.

Trusting someone is giving them the power to hurt you. The voice in my head tells me and I find myself agreeing with it.

I make my way into a subway and breath in the fresh smell of warm, out of the oven, bread 

When I still lived in the house, and Angelo was still married to Birtha's dad, (Syd's dad was just a fling and an accident but now I realize she was meant to happen), we always used to have cooking nights, when bill, The husband, would teach us three, Sydnie, Birtha and I, how to make al sorts of stuff ,considering he was a chef. One of these nights when we were doing so, he taught us how to make a loaf of bread and I remember the beautiful smell of it coming out of the oven and my proud smile as it happened.

 Coming back to the present, I walk towards the counter and place my order, a simple ham and cheese sub, and watch as she creates what I want. After, I pay and step outside, not forgetting to add the basic 'have a nice night!', and decide on going to the small park on the outskirts of the town. 

As I head over, I dial up a number and ask them to meet me there, which they accept. I continue my walk and when the park comes to view, I sigh a breath of relief, Walking and I aren't the best of friends at the moment,basically because I just took a pretty bad beating and I'm not athletic. I find a spot to sit on one of the swings and wait for my guest to come, taking out the cookie I brought with it. I munch on it as I play a stupid game on my phone so my thoughts don't go all over the place. 

After a while the swing next to me creaks and I don't bother looking up, already knowing whose there

"Hey," I say looking up. 

"Hi." Tyler says his  hazel eyes stare into my blue pair.

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hey...

i know its  late but its for a good reason 

i got grounded so yeah.....

hope you like the chapter and i know alot didn't go on but I wanted this chapter for her only so that she can digest all that happened because i bet if you found out that your mom could have been murdered you wounldnt go out and flirt with the first person you saw

anyway the song should be in the video thing but if its not just search up K-391, everybody 

yours truly,

soulless chick