Do You Need Money?

The Party

I wake up to my annoying older brother poking me. If I ignore him he will leave me alone. What is the point of being in first class if you cant get any peace and quite?  All I hear is babies crying and people laughing at the shitty movie. How do you find any of this funny? Maybe it's their small IQ. I'm not sure. I mean I'm not the smartest person in the world but I can at least act like I am. 

My brother taps me on the arm another time. I'm sorry but I'm trying to judge everyone on this plane. Another tap but harder on my arm. I swear if I bruise, I'll kill him.

"Lisette." He whispers. I shut my eyes tighter trying to ignore him. 

"Lisette!" Oh My God! Do people not know how to not bother people?

"Lisette. Please wake up." I open my eyes. 

"What? What do you want?" I turn to him with red eyes.

"Did I wake you up?" His eyes are slanted and slightly red. He's drunk...

"No. No. Of course not sweetheart." I smile at him. I'm going to kill him, if alcohol poisoning doesn't.

"Great! We just landed and I need you to keep close to me. I don't want dad to see me like this." Why because he will kill you? Or will he just leave you in London to die. He owes me big time for this.

"Yeah sure, whatever." He smiles brightly at me and hugs me. I push him off. God I hate being touched.

"Sorry, forgot you don't being touched." He slurs his words. I can smell the rum on his tongue. I have never been drunk. I don't think I have ever had alcohol. I don't want to drink. Why would I want to look like this idiot?

We are in the car driving to the hotel. I just want to go back home. What is there to do in London? My brother keeps mentioning how I'm old enough to drink and how hot the girls are. I roll my eyes and don't even try to hold a conversation with his drunk ass. He keeps rambling about school and this girl he has been talking to. My dad has his eyes on him. I try to tell my brother to shut up, but he just keeps talking. I'm done trying with him.

We arrive at The London Edition. It looks pretty on the outside. I'll be mad if we get a room and not the pent house. Someone comes up to our car and opens the door. He holds out his hand to help me out of the car. I decline. I don't know where his hands have been. Ew. 

They grab my pink bag and drop it on the disgusting floor. "Hey! Don't put that on the ground. Do you know how much that bag cost?" I walk up to him. He is about 6"4 but that doesn't stop me from scolding him like he is a child. 

"No, Miss." I glare at him. He shaking and I can see little beams of sweat come down his face. His supervisor is going to have a talk with him after this conversation I have with him.

"That's a 12,000 dollar Brunello Cucinelli bag. You don't put that on the ground. Ever. Do you understand me!" I am about to explode with anger. Who does he think he is?

"I apologize miss." 

"Miss.Liguori." I say. He picks up the bag. We have a crowd now. I wouldn't call it a crowd but people were watching us. I follow behind my family to go in this shitty hotel. Yes, its very fancy but it's not New York. I see my father checking in. I walk up to him.

"Do I get my own room?" I smile at him like a 5 year old asking for candy.

"No, Lisette. You and Liam will be sharing a room." Wait! What?

"Liam and I can't share a room." I'm so confused. You pay all this money for this trip and I don't even get my own room. This is bullshit.

"Lisette, you are not getting your own room. Let alone you're own pent room. You're to young to be having your own room." Well at least it isn't a tiny room.