Love's Complicated

The flight was long and tiring, travelling from my home in Louisiana to California can do that to you especially with all the people memories i was leaving behind. I stared out the cab's scratched windows at the perfect cream houses with perfect lawns and perfect families. Something i never did or will have... A dull vibration in my right pocket stirred me from my thoughts.

Caller ID: Dad

Great, Just freaking AMAZING. I slid the answer button on my brand spanking new Iphone5C, courtesy present from my dad for flying 3000km away from the comforts of my home to stay with a family I barely knew. I hadn't seen these people for years but my memories of the four of us were as clear as day. My brother and I visited their grand 10,000 sqft mansion every summer, relaxing the warmth of LA's sun. We'd stay up late watching the stars telling horror stories which would keep me up nights on end, constantly checking under the bed for that one murderer. We were inseparable until  the..."Miss Stevens? Miss Stevens??" The voice of my father's managers crackled through the phone.

"Uh..I'm sorry, I was..."

"Yes, Yes, Now if you would be so kind, your father wants to know if you've arrived at the Graham residence."Ugh. Everything about that damn guy screamed arrogant. "No, I haven't", I snapped. If my Father wanted to know, get Him to call me not this ass. But no, my father was never like that not since the incident. No call to see how I was doing, whether I was ok, how the flight was. He may be a busy man but he could keep a minute of his time to check on his only daughter. I sighed. "Tell him that I'm just arriving and will send an email later". With that I hung up and slouched in the torn leather seats groaning inwardly. I was just SO looking forward to the next month in LA.

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The cab came to an abrupt halt nearly throwing me into the front seat. "We're here" spat the driver. I handed him the cash, refraining from shooting him venomous glare. As he unloaded my luggage from the back I turned to face the house I'd be spending the next hellish month in, only to find myself looking at an empty lot of land filled with discarded cigarettes and bottles. You have GOT to be kidding me. Glancing down at the address my dad scribbled onto the piece of paper I double-checked my destination. 110 Benedict Rd. I glanced at a post box nearby. 10. 10?. 10?!. The house was at least an hour away by foot and it would be longer if i had to carry my luggage. I decided the cab would be the best route. Salvaging what little cash i had in my wallet i turned to the cab and gaped as i saw it speed off into the distance leaving me stranded with my electric blue suitcase and Gucci handbag.

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After about an hour of trudging through the streets of LA I had managed to get my bag stuck in 3 ditches, tripped over twice and ripped my best pair of jeans. To top it off it had started raining. Not drizzling but POURING. So much so that it had become impossible to roll my suitcase without losing control of it.  Where's the Noahs Arch when you need it? I finally found the house, out of breath and suddenly feeling incredibly sick, I dragged my suitcase up the cobblestone steps.  My mind felt clouded and my thick auburn locks hung heavy on my head. I frailly rang the doorbell hearing it echo through the houses large interior. My head was pounding and my body was shaking. My surroundings became blurry and I fell forward, barely noticing the door open, as I slipped in to a state of unconsciousness. 

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