Of Shattered Hearts And Broken Glass

Chapter 9

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"Damn it!"

I silenced the alarm and climbed out of bed, exhausted. I kept on waking up from nightmares of what Tracey did a few days ago and once awake, I struggled to fall asleep again due to the pain in my leg and the stress of how my parents were going to react to the medical aid and insurance.

"I am so sick of it, all of it. No one really cares, except for their own gain. Call me a cynic, but thus far I've only seen selfishness and alterior motives. The most friendly person I've met in the past few years is that doctor and he was probably just doing his job. Dominick looks nice, but I am not that naive, he probably also wants something from me, if I let him close enough it'll show it's face soon enough. Kyle seems caring, trying to advise me on my relationship with Tracey, but once again, I am not that gullible, he probably just wants to fuck her. I dont even have to ponder over Tracey and my parents, it is obvious that I am just another asset to my dad and another pair of heels to Tracey. Weirdly I am okay with it, I geuss I became so used to being an emotional -and now physical- punching bag that it became my comfort zone. Besides, where do I go if I my parents would throw me out? Yeah, I have a few zeros in my bank account, but that can only get me so far before it runs out. Leaving Tracey would also prove catastrophic, she is in my friend circle and has leverage on everyone, even the principle. I would pray or something, but honestly, I gave up on that years ago. Hell is not the worst place that I could be, the present is. I just wish I could go back to when we didn't have much, except each other. When my father still worked on building his businesses and my mom stayed home to look after me and my brother, that was family. This is just a business deal signed as a verbal contract, of which the terms and conditions are constantly drilled into me by my oh so loving and caring father."

My phone vibrating brought me back to reality.

I checked and saw it was a list of things Tracey wanted at the party. By the looks of it, she wasn't sparing any expenses, my expenses, that is.

I got dressed, ate and then hopped in the Mercedes G63, the family car, and headed off to the mall.

After a few hours that felt like weeks I was back home with all the supplies, of which most was either alcohol, weed, LSD or some hallucinogen. I started mixing them and arranging them, while phoning the private quarters of our butler to ask him to baby proof the house, adding that I'd give him a non disclosure "tip" for the trouble.

After arranging everything and making sure the house is safe, I donned a black jean, paired with a white T-Shirt that hugged my torso snuggly and emphasised my abs and pecs, I finished the outfit off with a pair of black and white Jordans and a Dolce and Gabanna baseball jacket.

The party started at seven, but would only heat up at nine, ten-ish. So I switched on the TV and set out some snacks which lead me to double check everything. The bowls of punch, the weed infused vodka punch, the whisky, brandy, ciroc and cocktails, as well as the bags of "baking soda" and all the little pills were in laid out like a buffet of liver failure. I sat down and watched some music videos on Youtube, waiting for the first guests ti arrive.