Starring role | l.h

Chapter XIV

Samantha Stewart
*Saturday morning

I woke up with a massive headache and raging voices just outside my room. I looked at the clock and saw that it was only five in the morning. I groaned and tried sitting up. Before I could even register what was happening around me, a presence barged inside my room making me jump up in surprise.

"Jesus dad, what the hell?" He turned to me with an apologetic look and handed me a new wallet. I stared down at it and held it in my hand like it was some foreign object that I shouldn't even be touching. "What's this?" I asked with a weird look.

"It's a wallet darling." I rolled my eyes.

"I can see that." I examined it for a moment before deciding against accepting it. "Thanks but I already have one and it's still perfectly fine, I don't need a new one-" I took a peak inside and saw a bunch of hundred dollar bills. "-with a lot of Benjamin Franklin inside." I threw it aside and decided to get out of bed.

"Well, you're gonna need that once we land in Malibu." I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"Malibu? You told me last night I'm only going to be staying at your house for the weekend, in New York." He sighed in frustration and started rubbing his temples.

"I have another house in Malibu, a beach house-" I cut him off.

"A beach house? When the hell did we have a beach house?" He walked across the room and put a few papers on my desk, completely ignoring my question.

"Our flight's in a few hours, meet me downstairs once you're ready to leave. I've already packed your bags and your passport is on your table together with your ticket."

"But I-" He shut the door of my room leaving me completely dumbfounded from where I stood. I let out a loud groan and started to search for my phone to send a quick text to Becky that I'd be gone for the weekend.

My room was surprisingly organized and I have no idea how my dad did it or if he hired someone to do it while I was asleep, but my room was definitely a mess when I slept.

I looked under my bed and realized that the food I stacked there last night was already gone.

What the fuck?

I searched every drawer, every corner and every bag for my phone but found nothing. Due to this, I ran downstairs and found my dad sitting on the sofa with his laptop. He wasn't exactly good-looking but he was very intimidating. I never really liked him, not even since I was a kid. We were never really close and staying with him for the weekend was only because my mom would be gone for a few days and no one's going to be able to watch me so he wanted to keep an eye on me while she was gone.

Obviously, there was something more to it.

"I can't find my phone, did you take it?" He continued typing on his laptop and pretended like I wasn't even there. I rolled my eyes and started tapping my foot impatiently on the floor as I stood in front of him. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow. "I can't find my phone, did you take it?" I repeated.

"Yes, I took it. I figured you needed a new one." I gaped at him.

"My phone is absolutely fine and I do not need anymore new item from you, thank you. Now give it back please." He stared at me with a blank expression.

"I already threw it away."

Nothing. I got nothing.

"That's very low of you." He rolled his eyes at me.

"What are you trying to say?" I gave him a look.

"You took my phone to get me on this trip with you without any distractions, am I right?" He scoffed.