Spotlight {Completed}

Chapter One

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Three days later, I stand in the bedroom that once was mine. Aunt Mel has flown in with Scarlett from New York, so she's planning on selling the house that once was mine. I've begged her to not sell it, but the gold digger she is, she wants the money, but she's compromised saying, we'll all take share in what the outcome will be. Typical. My eyes feel like as if they've been dried out from tears, so I would cry, looking at my empty room, but I can't. Aunt Mel has contacted my school, informing them on the tragic accident that has occurred. Since I am an honor roll student, and I have a whole lot of extra credit on doing summer school, plus since I am ahead, doing all AP classes, they are allowing me to take the rest of the year off. At first I was very hesitant on leaving school, all my friends, and Drew, but I can't walk into the school and pretend everything is okay. I need this break for myself, just to compose myself and prepare for college next fall. Last month I applied to my dream college, also the university my wonderful brother is attending, NYU, where I'll be studying Business Management to get my M.B.A. I hear scattering sounds outside my door, and I quickly rush over to see who it is, Scarlett. She has a bottle of Vodka in her hand, slurping sloppily, "Scar! What are you doing?" I ask, lifting her on her feet, and taking the bottle away from her. 

"Leave me be Ri," she says, shortening my nickname. She attempts to grab the alchohol in my hand but I hold it high where she can't reach, "Really? You're acting as if I'm a five year old; I am an adult!" she says, reaching for the bottle again, but I shove her hands away, "Ria, give me the damn bottle!" she yells. 

"No! What do you think you are doing? Drinking your sorrows? This isn't healthy and I will not watch you slip from my fingers," I say concerned, not wanting to let the tears rush from my eyes. I have to be strong. For Scar. She's always been the emotional one, where I am the one who picks up the pieces. I have to do that now, for her, my parents, and my conscience. 

"You're being dramatic Ri, I am not a drunk," she says, but then starts laughing to herself, as if she's let out a top hidden secret, "You know what, who the hell cares, I drink, I can do whatever I want," she says, with a painful smirk on her face. 

I look at her with wide and sad eyes, not believing this is who my sister is. Has New York done this to her? The fame? The fortune? Luxury? My stomach churns with guilt. I am her sister, I shouldn't have let this happened to her, "How long has this been going on?" I ask, my voice cracking. 

"Let's just say, the money I receive allows me to buy a lot of things," she smiles wickedly. 

"Scarlett, please don't make this harder than what it is," I say in a hushed tone, a tear slipping from my eyes. 

Her eyes soften she avoids eye contact with me, shaking her head rapidly, not wanting to let the tears fall, but she fails. She groans and puts her face in her hands, sobbing wearingly, "I-I'm so s-sorry," she says quietly, but I could still hear the words she speaks. 

I stay still, frozen in my place, not knowing what to say or do. I want her to realize what she's doing, to herself, to me. She finally looks up at me, and she smiles, sadly, but she still smiles. I grab her, and pull her into a tight hug, rocking her slowly. She begins to cry on my shoulder, and I blink away the tears. Stay strong, I tell myself.  

*** 

I roll my suitcase through the crowded airport. The hard tiles below me, clicks with my wedged boots, taking one step at a time, I make it to where I need to be. Aunt Mel says were taking a 'private plane' so I won't be following the normal directions, a passenger would take to travel where they need to be. I have my black leather jacket on, my shades covering my worn out eyes, with my hair in a messy pony, and covering myself from the thick winter cold, I have a heavy maroon knit scarf entwined around my neck. Jonathan, Scar, and Mel are all waiting for me, but I am still waiting for Drew's presence. He says he wants to say goodbye to me and such, which I don't want to say goodbye, considering that it feels like you'll never see each other again. I make my way outside to where the little cars are waiting to take me to Scar- our plane. It's weird that she's used to this luxurious lifestyle, where I on the other hand, am still expecting us to travel by train or something. I see a middle-aged man awaiting in the little cart, and he steps off his seat and shoots me a welcoming smile, "Hello are you Miss Braden?" he asks. I nod and he takes ahold of my bags, but I stop him, "I can carry it, it's no hassle," I assure him.