Roomates

Chapter 2

Chapter Two: Reality

Peyton gave her father unsettling looks as she stared at him from across the desk.

Her father, Dean, tried not to look his unpleasant daughter in the eyes. He knew that she was angry at him.

"What are we going to do?" Peyton finally growled.

Dean continued to avoid his daughter's face. "We were given an extra 5 days to pack our things and leave"

"Somebody got shot! In YOUR building! I'm surprised you're not in jail!" Peyton screamed at her father.

"Peyton! I'm sorry that you're unhappy. Think about how I feel!"

The two sat in silence.

"Peyton," Dean began. "I think that maybe you should lay low. Move out. Get a job."

Peyton's face went in shock. A job? How could her father ever suggest such a horrible thing?

"Are you joking? You must be joking!" Peyton scoffed.

"It's only until all of this dies down and we can get back on our feet. I don't want my family getting ridiculed as well." Dean tried to comfort his daughter.

Peyton's eyes teared up. "But, the maids?"

"The parties?" She started crying softly.

She gasped. "The shopping!"

Peyton stormed out of the office.

Dean sat back in his chair. How could he have let this happen? How could someone possibly have gotten shot, in his building of all places? He had to deal with the fire and so did his family. The television company that he had spent years upon years building up was suddenly torn back down to the bottom.

And everyone had to suffer.

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No. Her family was one of the most prestigious in the country. She was a multi-millionaire on her own right. Peyton was not about to give up her life.

She grabbed as many designer outfits as she could from her closet. Tossing them into piles on her bedroom floor. In the back of her closet, she pulled out her pink leather suitcase. Which, she hasn't used since she was a little girl.

One by one, Peyton began stuffing the suitcase with clothes until it was bursting at the seams. The suitcase wouldn't zip. Silk and cotton poked out of the sides of the suitcase as Peyton rigorously tried forcing it shut.

Once she finished packing her unnecessary amount of clothing, she went on make up. Packing as many lipsticks and mascaras as she possible could into her small purse.

After about an hour of packing, Peyton went down to her father's office again. He was asleep in his chair. He was under too much stress. Peyton walked over and kissed his head. A small tear swelled up in the corner of her eye.

"Goodbye, Daddy."

Reality had hit. And it hit hard.