Captivated

Chapter 1

"Dad, you still there?"

Click. Did that son of a bitch just actually hang up on me? My car has to go to the goddamn dealer and someone has to drive me there.

"Jesus fucking Christ."

My cat Opal jumps on my lap and starts kneading. I got her when a was 17. She's a Norwegian forest cat and cost my dad about £800. A quite dissapointing gift however. I asked him for a new car but he failed at that request. My old car was a total mess. It was a matte black Range rover, costing a total of £300.000. A gift for my 16th birtday. Needless to say, it was an awesome gift. The only thing I wish my dad had done differently was the interior. He had chosen to do it all white. Poor decision. I whined about it all day and he'd agreed to get it replaced. The day after my birtday I got it changed into a deep grey with blue accents. I don't recall the price but mum was pretty pissed off. Something about being grateful and having respect. Fuck that. If something like that ever happens again I know that they will help me out. They always do and always have. Especially dad. He is the owner of a casino chain in Scotland and Wales. Over 200 casinos or something like that. I don't really care about all that gambling. All I know is that if I want something I just have to ring dad and I will get it. On that note; it has been 5 minutes since my last call to him. Time for another one.

"Sir Attaway is unfortunatly not present at the moment. If you desire you can record a voicemail or call back later. Thank you for your consideration."

"What the actual fuck dad. I have to take my fucking car to the dealer because that piece of shit is totally fucked but you can't even answer your fucking phone. Jesus dad. I have a very important event tomorrow night and I can't go with a shit car. Call me back."

Let's call mum then. I need to get my car fixed.

"This is Erica's phone. I apologize for not answering. If you like to you could leave a message."

Why do people own phones when they do not even answer them. This shit is starting to piss me off. Lets message Hugh, see if he can answer his phone.

Freya- You have time to take me to the dealers? Gotta bring my car there but mum&dad won't answer phone.

Hugh- Sorry F busy with planning. See ya tomorrow and good luck with getting to the dealers ;)

Hugh is a close friend of mine. He is into making Vines and recently got up into the Youtube game with a couple of friends. He set up the event. I'm one of the few beauty influencers there. But right now I don't even bother to respond. It's only 20 goddamn minutes. I try calling everybody. Friends, family even employees from my dad but no one seems to care. I start thinking about other options until I think about the conversation with Hugh. Laura. The thought of her makes me uncomfortable. I haven't spoken to her in about a year. But I miss our conversations every day.

"I don't even think I still have her number." I start to chuckle nervously. I check my phone and deep down in my contacts I see her name; Laura Zable. For fuck's sake. Now I have got to call her. What will she say to me? What will I say to her? 

"Opal," her head turns to me "what am I supposed to do now?"Opal turns her back to me and shows her bottom.

"Thank you very much then, you bitch." I sigh. I really want to talk to Laura. The only thing is; I don't know if she wants to talk to me.

"Fuck it!" I grab my phone, diall the number and sit down. Opal looks at me and starts to settle down to sleep on the sofa.

"Laura here, who is this?" She didn't even save my number, fuck.