Deal With It ✓

Two: Temporary

Song: Without you (ft. Usher) // David Guetta

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After three days of being holed up in our respective rooms, I agreed to meet Dante to discuss my dad's will and learn how our lives were going to change from this point going forward. I asked Amber if she wanted to come with me; if she wanted to leave the house to meet the lawyer at his office, and surprisingly she agreed.

Amber took our dad's death the hardest. She never left her room, barely ate and didn't get up from bed unless she had to use the bathroom. Sometimes, I heard her crying at night, but I didn't know what to do. Amber and I rarely talked, let alone comforted each other. When she was younger I made her cry by repeatedly smashing her Barbie Dreamhouse into pieces, and in return, she made me angry by convincing dad to make me take her with me when I had plans with my friends. Our relationship was never a strong one, so I didn't know what I could do to make her feel better.

I remember her coming down the stairs in one of our dad's hoodies and a pair of leggings. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her face was pale with some tear stains littered across her face. I didn't have the heart to tell her that we were supposed to be dressed in 'casual formal' wear because she just fucking lost her father, she obviously wasn't going to put any thought into her outfits like she usually does.

"Let's get this over with," She muttered in a hoarse voice. She stomped ahead and threw open the car's door, got in, and slammed it shut. I winced at the damage she's managed to inflict on my car in the span of three days but shook the thought out of my head. 

Everything's going to be alright, this is just for the time being.

During our meeting, Dante informed us of two important things. First and foremost I was appointed Amber's new legal guardian. I obviously knew that I was going to have to continue living with her, it's not like I could fucking leave her by herself, but the thought that she was going to become my responsibility never crossed my mind. I didn't know how to take care of myself, let alone a thirteen-year-old, hormonal, grieving, teenage girl. But when I looked over at her and found her staring out the window indifferently, not a single emotion plastered on her face, I couldn't imagine anyone else taking care of her, even if it meant that I now had to endure her temper tantrums.

He then informed me that all of my dad's possessions; our house, his cars, his wealth was to be passed down to me.

"So, this means that you're also going to be the new CEO of Amity Industries." He stated nonchalantly leafing through the document.

I paused and stared at the man because he had to be kidding. I had a life planned out, I'm a musician, not a businessman. Lord fucking knows I hated business with a passion and barely knew the basics of the subject. Now I would have to run an entire company, one my dad built from the ground up? I didn't fucking think so. I sat there, waiting for Dante to look up and laugh because this had to be a joke.

My father must've been pulling my leg from the grave.

"Listen, check that fucking thing again because there must be some mistake. I already told my dad that I wasn't going to take over the company and he agreed to let me do what I want." I kept tapping the will, thinking that if I applied enough force, all of my slowly rising anger would transfer to the document and somehow change what my dad has already signed off.

"No, you're dad clearly told me that you were to take over the company after he passed on," He told me a matter of factly, pulling the papers away from me. It was at that point that I've already decided that I didn't like this guy.