Waking Up In Vegas

Part 13 - Home Sweet Home

(A/N: Short chapter, I know and I'm sorry, but it's really just to bring supsence to the next chapter so this one really isn't important. You still have to read, comment and like!)

    I left the airport in sunny California and called a taxi. I wasn’t use to such sun after being in raining London.

   I arrived at my destination about an hour later and knocked on the door.

   My mother opened the door and looked at me as if she’s seen a ghost. Her expression was quickly replaced by anger which was to be expected.

    “Acadia Allison Peirce! Where the Hell have you been?” she yelled.

   “Hello, mom,” I said and walked into the house that was my home for so long.

   “She here?” I heard my dad shout from the kitchen.

   He walked into the entrance and smiled widely seeing his only daughter. He ran up to me and hugged me tightly.

   “Hey, daddy.”

   “My little girl,” he said softly, making me feel 10 years old again.

   I had always been much closer to my father than my mom.

   He dragged me to the living room and made me sit on the couch, my mom closely behind.

   They both demanded an explanation for my sudden disappearance. I would have thought Tom would have told them at least the part where I married Hunter, but they were completely clueless.

   I told them everything. Vegas, Hunter, London, etc. I didn’t tell them that Hunter possibly loved me and the harassment at the party. I loved them, but I preferred to keep parts of my life private.

   My mom seems disappointed and my father seemed... to be thinking.

   I waited a while before anyone would say anything.

    “Well, are you still going to marry Tom?” my father finally asked.

   “Hum, I honestly don’t know,” I said, admitting what I was blocking out of my mind for a while.

   “And this Hunter guy, do you love him?” he questioned.

   “Alfred, she married him by mistake, she doesn’t really know him. Of course she doesn’t love him and they’ll be divorced as soon as I contact my lawyer,” my mother said through her teeth.

   “Mom, please,” I rolled my eyes.

   “Well, you are getting divorced to this international pop star, right?”

   “He’s not a pop star, he’s an actor and I great one at that,” I said, wanting to avoid her question.

   “Same thing,” she said, rolling her eyes. Guess I know from who I got that habit from.

   I argued like this with her for a few minutes and my father spoke up.

   “That’s enough, you two! Now, Dolores, your daughter is old enough to take care of herself and fix this problem on her own. You should just be happy that she’s safe and sound,” he said. “And you,” he turned to me, “get your life together, Dia. And next time you decide to fly away to London, please tell us.”

   “Yes, daddy,” I said and got up to hug him tightly. “I love you.”

   “Love you too, darling.”

   I hugged my mother, told her I loved her as well and left the house, making my way back home, back to Tom.

   I would have gone directly to him when I arrived, but I really needed to see my parents first.

   I took another cab and recognized my street after a few minutes. I didn’t live far from my parent’s house, but Tom and I were planning to one day buy a house closer to the bakery.

   The car stopped and I pained the driver before, walking up to the front porch.

   I’m still not sure what, but there was something in the air. I feeling of some sorts. I wasn’t sure, but it wasn’t good.

   I took out my key and unlocked the front door and slowly made my way to the kitchen. Everything seemed in place, as if nothing had changed. My scrap book with wedding plans was still on the counter where I had left it.

   I checked to home phone. No messages which means Tom has been at home not long ago.

   I didn’t want to call his name letting him know I was here. I wanted to go directly to him and confront him about the whole thing.

   I left my – Hunter’s – suitcase on the floor and started to walk up the stairs and arrived in front of my bedroom door. I placed my hand on the doorknob, I was about to turn it when I heard something. Someone talking. Who was there with him?