The Spark

Naked

A/N: R RATED CHAPTER. SEXUAL CONTENT.

He came home in the morning. Bags under his eyes and shirt unbuttoned. He was hung over and planted himself face down on the couch as soon as he stepped into the room. I quietly peered at him from the top of the stairs. Sighing. You couldn't blame him. This was the most civilized he has probably ever been. He's been one of the highest paying actors his whole life and only three months ago gave it all away to take care of me. He wasn't drunk at least, just hung over. 

I ran, nearly tripping over my baggy pajama pants and running into his arms almost as if I were a child.

"Dad!" I cried out, buried into his sweaty sports blazer. He weakly smiled and pulled me in tighter.

We sat on the couch, I got him some coffee and he picked out a record to play. We sat in silence for a bit. Velvet Underground softly played in the background.

"I want to stay." I said, I looked him dead in the eyes and he raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yes." More coffee and soft music. He stared out through the glass doors out to the pool and grounds and then looked back at me hunched over my mug.

"What will your mother think?"

"Please. Please!" I begged, falling onto the white leather. Dad sighed and stood up, again starring out the window.

"You know I love you, Olive." He said with a little smile "I want you to stay, to go to school here. But you mother is all alone and she loves you so so much and she wants you to come home. It was very hard for her to let you stay all summer. And junior year is a big year. I don't know what she'll say."

I looked up at him "Please try, please call. It's so important to me."

He started up the stairs and took a long glance at me. Then continued up to his room. I know that he would be sleeping and wondering if he should even bother calling my mother. I knew he would try.

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It was mid afternoon and I hadn't even realized Dad had slipped out of the house. He was doing a photo shoot for a magazine. I was packing. It was painful to pack. I was stuffing my once slim suitcase full of designer dresses, and expensive blouses. The laptop, the iPhone dad has purchased for me as a gift. I even packed something Sky had given me. He gave me a USB drive full of songs he thought I might like. Kaine was still out, so again I was alone. I decided to have my own fun in the city while I still can. I put on party clothes; sheer tights and red velvet club dress. I worse heel so high I was convinced I would break my ankles. Makeup, hair done. I felt like a star. Wait, I was. I was screaming.

I was a celebrity. I was one. The fact so many people knew me was ridiculous. I was the story of the summer that William Vie had a secret love child. I Put on a jacket and went outside. I called a cab and rode it into the center of LA. The streetlights turned on and I walked out of the cab like a million dollars. At once there was a swarm. I hadn't been in public for a long time. Photographers, tourists, people crowded around as I walked ignoring everyone. I could get used to this glamours life style after all.

I walked straight up to the penthouse I knew so well. Saying my name on the intercom and being let in. Taking that elevator up to the top floor. The Wasted Youth Club. Where it all began. I was greeted by old friends and new friends. A girl I had met a month prior grabbed me by the arm.

"Olive!" She shrieked, latching onto me like a barnacle. She lead me around through the kitchen that was encased with a layer of vomit and fine liquor. She pushed me into the bathroom where three other kids were.