Unbroken

Chapter 3; Time to Pack

Chapter 3; time to pack

Juliet’s p.o.v

The next morning I awoke early. I got a shower and got ready to go into work. I didn’t want to tell them that I would have to quit, but I knew I had too. I had to move to California. Not for my dad, or for me to have a better life. I had to move to California to follow my heart and dreams. I didn’t want to be around my father, but I knew that California is where I needed to be. My heart was jumping at the thought. I wanted to surround myself with music, I have always wanted that. I wanted to be a musician, but I also wanted to be a musician that followed her heart.

Weather I wanted to be around my father or not this is where my heart was leading me. I wonder what my life would be like in California. I knew it wouldn’t be amazing, at least not at first. It could be in the future. I thought about everything as I drove to the cafe. I even thought about Justin. Was he working with my father too? I would ask him all these questions, but it isn’t my place. I know nothing about him and if he wanted to talk to me about it, he would have.

“Hello Shirley.” I said walking into the office at the café. “I need to talk to you and Mr. Austin about something important.”

“Is everything alright dear?” She asked. She was such a sweet woman, she was always kind to me and the rest of the employees.

“Everything is fine.” I said.

“Okay, sit down.” Mr. Austin said. He was the kind of man that just wanted to get straight to the point.

“Well, I just found out last night that I will be moving to California on Wednesday.” I started.

“Oh…is your uncle going with you?” Shirley asked.

“No, just me. My father lives in California and I am moving out there to work for his company.”

“What does your father do?” Mr. Austin asked. I could tell they weren’t real happy about this.

“My father is a music producer.” 

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” Shirley said sitting forward in her chair.

“I didn’t know I would be making the decision to move there until yesterday. I am sorry about the short notice.” I said. I felt bad for them. It was only the two of them ruining the café.

“It’s okay Juliet. I am happy for you. I know you have always been fond of music, you will do great out there.” She smiled.

“I can imagine you have stuff to do to prepare for your big move. So thank you for working with us. I may not seem like I have enjoyed working with you, but I have. You are a very sweet girl. I hope you do well.” Mr. Austin smiled. He was kind behind the harsh front he gave off.

I said my goodbyes and left, I promised to visit whenever I was in town. If I ever wanted my job back I could have it.

I drove home while thinking more about this whole move. I was surprised at how everything was falling into place. I walked inside the house and saw my father and my uncle laughing about something. Justin was in the kitchen making food.

“Hello Juliet.” My uncle smiled. “Where were you?” He asked walking over to me.

“I had to go talk to Mr. Austin and Shirley today.”

“Oh, how did that go?” My unce asked. He knew them personally, that was how I got the job.

“Fine. They shouldn’t have too much of a hard time finding a replacement.” I assured.

“We will be leaving Tuesday night, so I would start packing now considering it is Monday.” My father said.

“Okay.” I said walking into my room.

I wasn’t used to having him around. I didn’t even know what to think about him, I don’t even know who he is. Right now I just couldn’t stand being around him.

“Juliet?” I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in.”

“They thought you might need some help packing.” Justin said standing in my door way.

“Uh..yeah I guess I could use some help.” I said looking around my messy room.

“It doesn’t even look like you started.” Justin laughed before shutting the door.

“Where the fuck should I start?” I asked before grunting.

“Maybe start with packing your clothes. It’s not like you are never coming back here. I am sure you will visit and you will get some new stuff when you get to California. So only take the things you can’t live without.” He reasoned.

“You make it sound so easy.” I laughed.

“I am kind of used to moving around a lot. Before I meet Scott I lived on the streets in Canada moving from place to place.” He said grabbing a box from the floor.

“Who is Scott?” I asked, unsure of who he was talking about.

“My manager, he also works for you dad.”

“Oh." I nodded. "So you are from Canada?”

“Yeah. Nothing special there.” He rolled his eyes.

“So do your parents live with you in California?” I wanted to get to know hime some more, but I didn't want to be too nosey. 

“No, my parents divorced when I was ten. I was raised by my grandparents until they died in a car accident when I was eighteen. Then I moved out, got a job and shit. Then Scott found me and moved me to California.”

“I am so sorry about your parents.” I spoke softly. It obviously still hurt him.

“Don’t be we all have fucked up stories.”

“Yeah…”

We didn’t talk much after that he just help me figure out what to pack and what should stay here. We actually finished packing at ten that night. My uncle ordered pizza and I ate it alone in my room. I was still unsure about this. I knew it was the right thing for me to do, I was just nervous. I didn’t even know what I would be doing in California. If I couldn’t even stand being around him now, how could I work with him?

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