Do You Need Money?

The Trip

Why is my alarm going off? I roll over and turn off that wretched alarm off. I try to fall back into my slumber. The covers warm around me. It's like laying in bed of flowers. I convince my self that I'm floating and can just drift off. My mind is racing on why my alarm went off at 4:40 in the morning. I close my eyes trying to forget and when I hear a banging on my door is when I remembered what is happening today. I'm going to London. Great.

"Miss. Liguori?" More knocking on my door. 

"Miss. Liguori? If you don't answer the door in 3 seconds I'll get your father." I laugh softly to my self she wouldn't call my dad.

 " 1." Would she?

 "2." No she is bluffing. My heart starts to race if he knows I'm in bed at this time I will be a dead man! 

"3." There is a pause. Oh I knew she was bluffing. 

"Mr." Before she can get my fathers name out I'm swinging the door open. If it was possible I would kill her with the stare I was giving her.

" I'm glad you're up." Why is her voice so fucking cherry it's 4:50 in the morning.

"Breakfast is ready. Your father wants you down there at 5 am." She smiles down at me.

"Yes. Of course." I give the most fake smile I can give her. She leaves with a wave. I wonder if I asked my father to fire her, he would? I shake the image of kicking her out of this mansion onto the street. I chuckle to my self and walk into the bathroom.

Fuck, I look terrible. My hair is all tangled in the messy bun, I put it in only a few hours ago. I try to do something with mangled hair but all I can do is comb it out and let it lay flat. 

I get downstairs and I see my father whispering something to the maids. Is it disrespectful to call them maids? Frankly I don't care. I pay you wash my clothing, clean my room, and to do what I say, when I say. So I will call them whatever I want to. I mean I don't necessarily pay them my self but its my parents money; which makes it mine.

My father pulls me from my terrible thoughts. 

"I'm glad you could finally join us, Lisette." My pleasure asshole.

"I'm sorry. I had a late night studying. You know I have this test in a couple weeks and I'm really scared to take it daddy." As I go and sit down, I give him my best "I'm sorry" face. I'm also the favorite so... I get away with everything. Thinking about the least favorite sibling, Liam walks in and takes a banana.

"Look who finally woke up." I smirk at him. 

"Shut up stupid." He throws a piece of cereal at me. 

My father slams his hand on the table. "Stop playing around." He does a stern voice.

"Finish eating. Sophia go get their bags now and put them in limo." My father yells at her. My brother flinches, I laugh at him. He punches me in arm pretty hard. I wonder if I cry if he would get in a lot of trouble? I smack his head and he drops the glass that he was holding and it shatters into minuscule pieces. 

My mother walks in at the best time and sees the mess her children made. "You have got to be kidding me! Are you guys serious? You can't be serious!" I can see steam coming out of her ears.

My mother looks at both of us and runs her fingers through her hair. She sighs heavily and yells out. " Sophia! Clean up this mess now before we miss our flight." Before my mother can finish her sentence Sophia has a broom in hand cleaning up the mess we made. God I love being rich.

We arrive to this god for shaken airport. I have to be around all these people and wait in these lines. Not in these shoes I won't. Maybe it is a little crazy to be wearing heels in an airport but i have to look good. I can't look like... well look like these people. My dad yelled at John for not opening the door for me. I shrug it off and wait for them to check in my bags.

"Are you not going to help get you bags out of the car?" My brother scolds me. 

"Why should I?" I laugh. An actual laugh. If he thinks I'm going to start to sweat then he must be more crazier than the maids thinking I'm going to wash my own clothing. 

"Because it's common courtesy?" He forms it in a question as if I'm supposed to know that.

I don't think twice about the words coming out of my mouth. " Whats the point of paying him, if he isn't going to do his job?" I look at my manicure. Ugh, I chipped my paint.

"You're a fucking bitch Lisette." He grabs the bag and brings it to the check in desk. 

I see a guy with a shaved head smoking a cigarette. He has a tank top on and cargo shorts on. I thought I was judging him because he was smoking a cigarette, but look at his clothing choice. He has a whole sleeve on him. Why would someone want that stuff on them. I see a naked lady on his arm. I want to gag. God, that must be a shame to have to dress like that. He turns and smiles at me and waves. I roll my eyes and turn away from looking at him. I don't think I know anyone personally that smokes. I don't even know anyone who has tattoos.

We pass through TSA. First of all who do they think they are? I'm supposed to just let you check me and take me to a different room to see if I have a "bomb" on me? Um... no it doesn't work like that. I have never been searched but if they decided to search me and they didn't find anything they will be hearing from my lawyers.

I'm looking closer at my ticket and I notice I don't have the window seat. Well that's not ok with Lisette. I walk over to my brother.

"Give me the window seat." I hold out my hand. He sets his book down.

"Fuck you, no." He curses at me.

"You're either giving me the window seat or you are giving me the window seat. There is no in between." I will use the only thing that gets me everything I want.

"Piss off!" He rolls his eyes at me and continues to read his book.

"Daddy!" I say loud enough for my dad to hear me and I can feel Liam's eyes on me the whole time my father scolds hims.

"You are giving Lisette the window seat or you can stay home. Up to you!" It doesn't even sound like an option and I know Liam won't leave. He hands me the ticket right when they call for us to start boarding. We start walking to the line. Liam whispers in my ear.

"You spoiled fucking brat." I shrug. I'm glad. I know I'm a spoiled brat and I love it. Who wouldn't want the life I have. 

We get into our seats. I whisper to my self but loud enough for Liam to hear me. " God, I love the window seat." 

"Bitch." He doesn't even try hide the foul words he just said. I would never say those words out loud. I would think them, but to say them aloud sounds terrible. 

Liam taps a flight attendant on the arm. " Can I get a coke and rum?"

 I watch them. He smiles at her and compliments her hair as she cards him. If Liam wasn't old enough, I'm pretty sure she would still give him the drink. I lay my head on the window, as I listen to the pilot.

"Hello, this is your pilot speaking. We are having a straight flight to London today. We will be in London in 8 hours so sit tight and relax." He continues to ramble about safety and things I don't care about. This is going to be a long flight. I close my eyes and fall asleep.