Confessions of a Rich Girl

Chapter 7: Pretty Ursula

Chapter 7

         I decided to go home first and get my party outfit before I went to Zeke's place. That way I could just leave when we were done studying. Since Brian's Escalade was parked in the garage, I was hoping I would catch good mood Brian. You know, the Brian that doesn't fuck me against my will, instead just curses at my existence, the usual. To my surprise and relief, neither were here. I walked into an empty house. A minuscule part of me wondered where everyone was, but the larger part couldn't care less. Even Steven was gone and he never leaves the house. I walked through the living room, to the other living room and my way up the stairs. Every once in a while I would look at the pictures that decorated the wall next to the railing. The pictures are like a timeline that shows our lives. The first one is of Brian as a baby, then me as a baby 2 year later. Then it was the whole family together after Brian won his first baseball game. I was six at the time with 2 gaps where my teeth had recently fallen out. My red hair was tamed into a ponytail. Brian had his arm around me, and he was wearing his blue cardinals' uniform. My mother and father were behind us, both sharing a dazzling smile. We look like the family you see in commercials and movies Confession: That's my favorite picture.

    The rest of the pictures were of random events of our seemingly perfect life. We haven't added any new pictures for two years now. Those stopped with her, it's another thing she took from us. Confession: I find it hard to escape her, she's gone but yet still lives in the walls, smells, silence and mirrors. I made my way upstairs and to my room. Sticking my sense of nostalgia somewhere in the back of my head where it belongs. It was already 2:15 and I had fifteen minutes to be at Zeke's house. I am not known for my punctuality but I really wanted to be on time. I felt a need to prove to him that I can do something right. It's really strange, but his opinion matters.

    I decided what outfit I would wear on my way home, I chose a gold glittery short dress with a plunging neckline. It had this gorgeous line pattern on it that were defined with empty spaces instead of glitter. I picked a long gold necklace and I decided to wear my customized white converse with it. They say my name on the back. I was not in mood for heels and I refuse to be one of those girls who takes off her heels. That is never cute. I grabbed my emergency makeup bag and sprinted for the garage. Just as I was about to enter my car Brian pulled up next to me in one of my dad's cars. Just when I thought today wouldn't be awful.

    "Where the fuck are you going?"

    Oh there's that lovely Brian Archer charm that I missed.

    "No hi London? No how was your day my beautiful sister? Wow Brian you are losing your manners young man. What would mother think? Another question why do you care? I didn't realize you were my new father, since the old one is God knows where doing God knows what. Well you do want to be called daddy all the time can someone say daddy issues?" Now to a sane person they would be wondering why I am talking to my abuser like this, but it's simple. He's going to screw me against my will anyway, so why not? I have to spice things up every once in a while.

    "I asked you a question and I expect an answer. I am feeling a little on edge today and I need to get this feeling out, and when I do you better call me daddy. So I'll ask you again, where the fuck are you going?"

    "Well if you hit it right I just might. You do realize how sick this is right? Like I am your LITTLE sister. In most countries this is beyond fucked up, and this one just happens to be one of those countries."

    "London, London, London, why do you like to try my patience? You know all this does is make me angrier, but yet you always have something to say. Don't worry though we will work on that. I am thinking handcuffs as punishment? I know how much you like those. And try not to fight me this time, your screams might wake Steven up. So back to the question at hand. Where are you going my beautiful sister?"