Crazy House

Chapter 27: the list of shit that needs to be discussed

TYPOS AHEAD

Chapter 27: the list of shit that needs to be discussed

I’ve flown in first class multiple times before. I’ve never flown in a private jet until today though. My dad insisted to fly in his private jet, so he sent a car to pick Roman and I this morning to pick us up, and drive us to Dallas, where his private jet was stationed. The whole ride was luxurious, and we had everything we needed. It calmed me from thinking about landing in California. Now we’re here driving in a car to my old home, and all my nerves are shot.

“Ariel.” My dad says turning around in the passenger seat and looking at me. He’s not driving, since he brought his driver with us. I’m actually surprised he didn’t whip out a limo, since he loves all things that are luxurious.

I lift my head to look at him, “Yea?” I ask him.

He points to my fingers that I’ve been tapping on the back of his seat out of nervousness. “Stop. You have nothing to be nervous or worried about. Okay?” He raises a brow at me.

“Okay.”

“Good. Now Roman we haven’t really gotten to talk much, so I found this hot shot bar for us to go to tonight to… discuss some things.” My father says after he’s turned back around in his seat. “Ariel, I also have something planned for you, so you won’t be by yourself.”

Roman glances over at me with a questioning look but I just shrug my shoulders.

I’m not sure what my dad wants to talk to him about. I’m not even sure what our relationship is. I think that the whole friends with benefits thing was silently terminated after the beating. He never finished discussing the “real relationship” thing yesterday. Obviously, there’s something between us though, so I really don’t know. I guess I’m waiting on him to make his move.

The car pulls up to the house that I’d hoped to never see again and my heartbeat starts to quicken. My mom and Rick’s cars are both in the driveway, so they’re both home.

My dad is the first to get out of the car, and there isn’t one hint of worry in his face. He’s standing tall and confident. Actually, there is a hint of something on his face, and it’s anger. If what I saw yesterday with Tristian is any indicator of his temper, then I have a feeling we’re all going to be in for a treat today.

My door is opened, which brings me to the realization that I’m the only one still in the car. Roman has one hand on the frame of the door, and is holding the other one out to me. I take a deep breath before grabbing his hand with my shaking one.

“Well then, let’s be on our way.” My dad says before strolling to the door and ringing the doorbell as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Roman and I follow behind him.

My mom is the one to open the door which is a surprise since the maid use to always open the door when I was here.

To say my mom’s face is shocked would be an understatement.

“Amanda, it’s nice to see you again.” My father says leaning against the doorframe like he owns the place. The small thing makes me feel better, because looking at how confident my dad is, I know that when I leave here he’ll make sure that I’m happy with the ending. “I brought our daughter with me.” He reaches back and pulls me next to him.

My mother places a hand to her mouth. Speechless.

“Aren’t you going to invite us in?” My dad asks cocking his head to the side, and I can see anger in his eyes, but there’s something else there that I can’t quite pick up on.