(COMPLETE) The Bastard and The King

Chapter 18

I needed to get away, to be on my own for a while. I needed to think about what I was going to do now. I had no job and I wasn’t going to ask my dad for help. There are so many people out there who makes it everyday without help from their parents.

I also needed to stop using my mothers death as my crutch in life. She was gone and I needed to live my life. It’s been almost 11 years and I’m still moarning her death like it was yesterday. I know she would want me to move on.

So the first step that I took was to pack my bags and go on a sort of vacation to Costa Rica. Mother always wanted to go there so I thought it would be a good start. I was there for almost a month. Dad called every few days to just make sure I was still alive and didn’t do anything stupid. I never asked about Cole, Hadley or Alexander.

We never spoke about them. He only told me that he still has his mafia and Cole was out of it. He wasn’t allowed neer it or had anything to do with it. The only reason he wasn’t kicked out of the house and disowned was because of his mother.

I never told anyone where I went, not even dad. I knew he would come and get me or enjoy the vacation with me but I told him that I needed to be alone and sort out my life.
I never told anyone when I got back from Costa Rica.

Walking back into my house was hard. I had so many memories here both good and bad but I had to let it go. I packed everything that I would need like my clothes and personal items. I left most of the furniture and only took things I would need like a bed, dresser and a few tables and kitchenware. I basically took what I would need to move into an apartment and stored it in a storage unit for the time being until I could get an apartment.

Since I got the club from dad I started saving money each month into a different account that absolutely no one knew about. That was 10 years ago. But I had to find a job to keep the funds flowing I didn’t want to become lazy or have to go to dad when the money was gone.
I had just put the house up for sale as well as my expensive cars. The money I would get from that I would use to get an apartment. At the moment I stood in a motel room. I wasn’t going to live with dad, over my dead body.
I unpacked the car that I bought that wasn’t so expensive and stand out ish. It was a normal car.

I started on making the bed with my own bedding and added a few things to make it feel more homey. I unpacked my bathroom stuff and thought that I would order take out. I ordered chinese and while I was waiting for that I took a shower.

I was living in the motel for about 3 weeks where I would get up early and hand out my resume. I would also try and apply online to a few jobs but nobody called so far. Apparently I was over qualified or they were suspicious because I owned a club and now I was jobless indicating that I did some illigal or unholy stuff and can’t be trusted.

“Open the God damn door” I heard voices outside of the motel room. I was still half asleep listening to the conversation outside.
“Okay sir just hold on.. the key..” I hear my door opening and someone saying “scatt boy”. The door slammed shut waking me immidiately. I was upright in my bed looking at the one and only Johnathan Teller.

“Hi dad” I said sheepishly. He looked realy realy mad. His nostrals were flaring and his face was red.
“You’ve been living in a fucking motel room?” I looked around and thought it wasn’t that bad. Jesus I was use to worse when living with my mother.

“Fuck Ann – Marie you have a mansion to live in with me but you choose a fucking motel room. How long have you been living here?”
I took a deep breath and got out of bed. Making myself a cup of coffee I started talking “Number 1 dad. A motel room isn’t that bad I was use to worse living with mom. Number 2. I had to sell the house and everything that I had for money because apparently I can’t be trusted enough to be offered a job in this city. Number 3. This is what I want.