Ace

Chapter One

He left me. His last words rung inside my brain. "Goodbye, Anastasia."The way his crystal blue eyes looked me in the eye while he said that chilled me to the very bone. I pushed it out of my head. I did the right thing. He went home. I told him to go home, home to his pregnant fiance. I sat up off my bathroom floor and made my way to my room. I'd just emptied my stomach for what seemed like hundredth time this week.I need to get away. Every corner I turned all I saw where those crystal blue eyes. I threw some clothes and necessities into my suitcase and make my way out of my Manhattan apartment. I take the elevator to the parking garage below and see my silver Mercedes convertible. I hop in and start the engine.

I could think of only two places to go. I could go to Monte Carlo, where my father, step-mother, and my younger half siblings lived. Or I could go to Montauk. I make a call and I'm on my to Montauk, my aunt's home they abandoned when they moved back home to Monaco. My half-sister Livia lives there most of the time with her family. I think her, her husband Cameron, and their children are in New Rochelle visiting Lia's mother's parents now.A long drive was exactly what I needed. Three short hours later, I'm home. My aunt's manor, a large comfortable victorian mansion by the ocean.

Long story short, I'm a bastard. My father knocked up my mother in Rome. She didn't want me so she handed me to father. I was to troublesome for father so he gave me to his older sisters, Liliana and Isadora. Their husbands and Aunt Izzy's son had all died in accidents. When I moved to Montauk there was already someone living with the aunts, Livia. More commonly known as Lia or the "angel child". She was beautiful inside and out, just like her mother. Her mother, Catherine, had died in complications in child birth with Lia. Father was so distraught from the death of his beloved wife, and technically Lia was a US citizen. So he just left her on Long Island with the aunts.I have four older half siblings, Lawrence Jr., Layla, Logan and Livia. And two younger half siblings, Miles and Maisie.I'm the only fucked up one in my family. I guess you could call me the runt of the litter. I don't like to talk to nor about my family.

I haul my things in and set it up. I start the fireplace and open all of the windows to hear the waves crash. Right when I'm about to sit down and read under my favorite quilt, I have the need to throw up, again.

After that, I sit there on the toilet seat thinking about how much of a bummer these last few months have been.I had received a huge job offer in Paris, but had declined on being comfortable in my life. Well you could say that was no longer the case. 

I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is a deep chestnut brown and wavy. A compliment of my father. I have it cut long with with bangs. My face was a whole mother story. I looked exactly like Mother. My face shape, high cheek bones, nose, and my blue eyes were exactly like hers. Except she was blonde.

While I started to clean myself up, I thought about my maternal mother, Goldie. I hadn't talked to her in a couple of years. She had tried to contact me these last few weeks and I'd ignored them. I didn't consider her as a mom.  My aunts were old enough to be my grandparents and my step mother was old enough to be my sister.

I searched in my vanity cabinet for some pain medicine but can't seem to locate any. I went to a club last night, got drunk, ground on a couple of people, you know the usual. I probably would've went home with someone, but that was before him.
I grab my purse off my bed and get in my car. It's about a 10 minute drive into town. I stop first at the Shoppe and get a coffee and a banana nut muffin, my personal favorite. There were no groceries in the house, so I got what I needed and some household goods we hadn't had around the house in a while.

For some odd reason I was craving pickles and peanut butter. Not separately, but like a pickle dipped in peanut butter. Nasty I know, so I just kept walking. I needed to grab some ibuprofen and some melatonin. Just when I was about to leave the pharmacy aisle, I saw pregnancy tests. For some odd reason I just stopped and thought.

It hit me like a truck. The sickness, the uncalled for moodiness, and the gross pickles and peanut butter. The fact that I'm two weeks late is also not helping my case. I was utterly terrified. I must have grabbed at least 20 tests and high tailed it out of there.I was a mad woman driving home. I flung myself into the bathroom with my grocery bags of pregnancy tests. I tried every damn test and got countless plus signs, parallel lines, smiley faces, and check marks.

I felt like I was floating out of my body and found myself with my phone in hand calling the only person I knew who would understand and not judge me, my sister Lia. She picked up on the first ring and I heard her soothing voice

"Ana, it is so wonderful to hear from you! How is New York?!".

I broke down then, and she started to get worried when she heard my pathetic sniffling. I heard her tell Cameron in the background she'd be right back and I knew she was sitting in her grandparent's bathroom on the floor against the door with her phone pressed up to her ear. I've called her like this too many times. I always fuck stuff up.

"Ana, darling, tell me what's wrong."

I couldn't get out one damn syllable over the fucking phone.

"You poor dear. Are you in Montauk?"

I could barely get out yeah.

"We'll be there in just over 3 hours. Go get in your bed and I'll be there soon. Try to get some sleep and eat something light. Bye dear. I love you."

I sat there for a minute and then got up, and put my pjs on and got my quilt and covered up.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, there's more to come ;) xo Wendy B