The British Billionaire

3: Break Down

The next day when I woke up I jumped to the shower and put on my neon pink hoodies and grabbed my black ankle boots.

Breakfast was somewhat quiet today, my dad wasn't present. He went to work early today, Lily actually told us that he had a lot of work in the restaurant since they had a lot of customers this season. We were just 3, present in the table right now and we talked about our trip tomorrow, we were leaving tomorrow in the afternoon which means that I would be packing my things today.

I went to the bathroom to brush my dark brown hair and I started packing my things. I was getting my toiletries when there was a knock in the door.

"Come in." I shouted while I was still getting the bottles in my bathroom.

Emily came in "Hey" she hesitated looking down, "I was wondering about tomorrow. Since I know that were not barely on speaking terms, so I know that its really not fine to go out with you."

I raised eyebrows and looked at her still holding the bottles. I hesitated at first but I said it eventually because this is a very awkward conversation. "Oh come on Em I won't bite. And I've come to a realization that avoiding you wont bring me good. So from now on I'll consider you in my list of speaking-to-people." I said sarcastically.

"I know.... Its just that I'm really curious as to why you hate me so much."

"I don't really hate you. Its just that I think that the reason I'm being like this is that I need someone to blame for my mother's death. I dont really know why I'm being like this but to let you know, I'm sorry for my behavior."

I'm very much aware that right now I have tears running down my face. I'm not really the type of person who apologizes to people for a stupid reason but I had no choice. I'm always being a b*tch that I do it to my own family. Which is very wrong and I realize it myself and I feel guilty for it. That even when I know what I'm doing and I tell myself to stop, I just can't. Its like built up already inside me and I make others suffer. So right now I think I'm already breaking down right in front of a person I'm not really fond of.

"You know I've experienced worse. I had to deal with the the fact that my father left me like trash and married another woman. I didn't even get to meet him. Every birthday he missed I started thinking that he is a horrible person and sometimes I think I just want him dead and gone from this world."

And then I looked at her. A girl who lost her father while I have my real one. She was just a year older than me and we never really had girl talks that normal sisters have except maybe this one time right now.

After some time crying and sitting on the edge of my queen sized bed and Emily standing across me she finally broke the silence.

"And just so you know I was never mad at you for all the things you've done to me. I always knew there was an explanation for your behavior and I'm just waiting for you to break a piece of your wall. And I promise that during this trip you don't need to worry about me being a distraction to your dream."

And with what action that came over me I quickly stood up and wrapped my arms around her. I stopped crying already and right now I think my eyes are deep red for crying for half an hour already. She actually put her hands around me too like what sisters do. She pulled away first, "Well then I should go continue packing and if you need any help you can call me."

And with that she evacuated the room and I sat there for a few minutes if it was right that I told all those to Emily, a girl who I had no blood relation to and whom I don't really consider as a friend.

After fixing my stuff which was a total of one lavender suircase and a purple Nike duffel bag. It was late afternoon and I practically got bored so I just researched for cheap hotels in London which to my luck had one. The building was located somewhere near the local shops and a mall few blocks away. I don't really know anything much about London. I don't even know where the big ben is located. But anyways I hope we won't get lost. I also researched about famous tourist spots there like the Hyde Park.

I glanced at the time and it was already 9 pm and decided to call it a day. I changed into my grey sweatpants and a pink tank top.

Once I laid down as expected I couldn't sleep.

I'm really so excited about tomorrow. The places we would visit and the feeling to stand by the london bridge.

All that would happen in London was just gonna be a dream. And after a week I would wake up and be the same person I was before.

Worry seemed to be the correct emotion I was feeling right now.

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P.S. Sorry for the wrong grammars and errors.