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Chapter Six

"Okay. Are you all packed, darling?" My mother said to me as we were about to leave for the dreaded trip to Vermont with the Hemings.

I still yet to figure out what was going on with Bradley. The bullying had basically come to a stop thanks to him, so I guess I shouldn't be complaining, but I was still wary of his intentions. I mean, this is Bradley Hemings we're talking about, he could be planning a huge master attack on me.

Regardless, I ran the two flights of stairs and grabbed my pre-packed Louis Vuitton duffel. Thank God it was only a weekend trip-I just had to get through two nights of Bradley. "You can do this, Say, you can do this," I mumbled to myself until I heard the slamming of a car door. I peeked out my window and saw the Hemings climbing out of their driver's car.

"Saylor, the Hemings are here, sweetheart," my father said suddenly appearing in my room. "I want you to be on your especially best manners this weekend. As you know, Mr. Hemings and I are entering into our own law firm together and therefore our families will be spending a lot of time together. Now I know you and Bradley have lost touch somewhat over the years, but I have a good feeling that if you two spend some time together, you will get along just like you used to, perhaps even better. Meaning I see you two having a very favorable future together-romantically of course. We obviously know that their family has a lot of money and I see Bradley taking over our firm one day. You'll have a very comfortable lifestyle."

What? What? What? WHAT?

My dad, my own flesh and blood, just, very explicitly, suggested that I get romantically involved with my main tormentor because he sees us having a "favorable future together"?

Is he kidding me?

Granted, my father doesn't know the specifics about Bradley's crassness, but I have expressed my discontent with that child before. Plus, the mere fact that my father would want me to marry for money is outrageous.

After a long pause I (somewhat angrily) replied, "Of course I'll be on my best behavior, but I'm not doing it for Bradley, dad. I don't like him and you know that. He's not as good a person as you and mom seem to think he is."

My dad seemed confused and that alone ticked me off. He mumbled an "ok" and began walking out of my room and then calling over his shoulder, "but be quick, sweetheart. They're here and we best get on the road now to avoid traffic."

I took a deep breath to compose my feelings and began to exit my room. But before I did I took a glimpse at my self in the mirror and began touching up my makeup involuntarily. I stopped immediately once I realized that it was Bradley Hemings waiting for me downstairs and that there was no need for me to primp. But for some reason deep, deep down I wanted to look nice.

While walking down the last flight of steps to the main level I could hear my parents and the Hemings partaking in casual conversation while awaiting my arrival. "Hi Mr. and Mrs. Hemings, great to see you again. Bradley, nice to see you too." I said as politely as I could manage.

They responded colloquially and then my mother jumped in getting right down to business. "Alright everyone. So I think we should take two cars. I was thinking the men go up in John's car and the women and children go up in my car. This way we'll have more space and once we're in Vermont the children will have a car that they can go off in if they want to escape the adults tonight or tomorrow." She finished with a knowing look to me and Bradley.

Now I knew that my parents had a conversation about my "favorable future" with Bradley and were now trying to push for it.

"Sounds perfect, Eleanor. Let's head out!" Mrs. Hemings said.

Mayna appeared to send us off. I hugged her and said my goodbyes (even though I'd see her in two days) and she handed me an apple as usual.

And we were off.

Begrudgingly Bradley and I climbed into the back seat of my mother's BMW.

Our moms picked up conversations before we even backed out of the driveway while Bradley and I remained silent.

The drive began and I sent a joking text to Leah. Hopefully we could build up a conversation that would distract me from my dreadful situation.

To Leah: And so the weekend in hell begins. We start off the six hour car ride in complete and utter silence. Will the silence continue? Will a conversation spark? You'll just have to wait and see! Live updates from Saylor's Nightmare in Vermont to follow!

I picked up a book and began to read in order to pass time waiting for Leah's message. Thankfully she responded quickly.

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Alright guys,
So I doubt anyone is reading this now because I haven't updated in literally months, but I decided to start this story up again after stumbling upon it today. Hopefully some new readers will start the story and old readers will continue (if there are any left haha!)

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