Rebel Wrong

Chapter Three: Moving On

Chapter Three: Moving On

Cade glanced around her new bedroom. It was large, almost as large as the apartment back in Michigan. The walls were a light cream color as was the massive area rug that covered the dark hardwood floor at the foot of the Queen sized bed. Most of the room was decorated in brown and pastels. Cade wasn't impressed. Who needed three dressers and a walk-in closet? She'd gotten by just fine with sharing one dresser with her mom. 

Winny, who was the live-in cook, kept hovering around her, wanting to know if she were settling in fine. She'd be a lot better if people just left her alone. No one had ever really taken care of her, not even her own parents, and it was honestly kind of annoying.

The day after Christmas, at around five in the morning, she got an angry phone call from her father. This was the first time they had spoken in well over a year and he was very upset with her. That wasn't surprising at all. 

"Cadey, why'd you skip the flight to Switzerland yesterday?" her father demanded as soon as she answered the phone.

"I don't know, probably the same reason why you left without me," she retorted, crawling out of bed and heading to her on-suite bathroom. "Neither one of us really wants to be with the other," she explained before hanging up the phone.

She didn't want to talk to her father. She didn't want to see him or his wonderful new wife and her children. She just wanted to finish out her ten months in this hell hole until her eighteenth birthday when she could legally move out on her own.

She took a cool shower in the enormous walk-in shower that was larger than the entire bathroom at Axel's apartment. When she was finished, she towel dried her dirty blonde hair and left it to finish drying naturally so that it would retain some of the natural waves.

Then she came back out into the bedroom and rifled through her belongings for some clothes. She hadn't bothered to unpack and she wasn't going to wear any of the clothes that were already in the closet. There were nothing but skirts, flashy tops, and high heels. That was definitely not her style.

She planned on looking for a job so she did dress up a bit. She wore jean shorts that didn't have any rips in them and a short sleeved blue blouse that she tucked into the waistband of her shorts. Nothing said fancy more than a tucked in shirt.

Cade had been all for walking around the neighborhood to find herself a job, but then she remembered the pristine, white BMW in the garage with her name on it. Literally. Her dad was going to give it to her as a Christmas present once they got back from Switzerland. Well, it was after Christmas and she wasn't in Switzerland so she figured it was safe to take it.

She had never had her own car. She had been stuck driving her mom's old car until her mom decided it would be a good idea to go for a joyride while she was high. The car had gotten totalled and she was stuck riding the bus after that. Her mom wasn't exactly responsible when it came to life.

She was going to enjoy the car for the day because she knew that her dad would probably take it away from her once he got back from his holiday trip. She really didn't care. The weather was nice all year in California; it wouldn't kill her to have to walk a few blocks to work everyday.

There weren't really any shops or stores around her father's house, unless you count the Starbucks every three blocks, but there was a shopping mall just over a mile away. There had to be one store in there that was willing to hire a seventeen-year-old girl from Michigan.

Cade had no sooner pulled out of the circular drive and onto the quiet little street when someone walked out in front of her car.

She slammed on the brakes, her heart pounding heavily against her chest. Did she hit the person? She peered over the steering wheel. There was no one there. Oh great. Her first day out on her own and she kills some rich kid. She'd probably be all over the news for this.