Can't Compete

twenty four

A/N- i feel like i gotta clarify ella IS a mean girl, or so everyone outside the elites assumes because they dont know her at all. lily is the loud bully who makes peoples lives miserable and it shows, ella on the other hand is calm and doesnt really care about much. shes a 'mean girl' because she silent and dont talk to people friendly. she blunt and some people may label her as stuck up. this story is thru ella's perspective so obvs we will be bias and say she nice, but really she only nice to people she like and if u not them, she will disregard you like trash — she wont even treat you like trash bc to treat you a way means she has to care and waste her energy ☺️

"I CANNOT BELIEVE this!" her father boomed. "Seventeen years of raising you and this is how you choose to pay us back?!"

Ella stood by the entrance of their family mansion. She had just got home, sneaking out of Cap's apartment and was greeted by her parents who were waiting for her by the door.

Her mother stayed silent, allowing her father to continue on raging. "Give me your car keys. I'm checking your GPS location and seeing where you have been that was so important to miss out on your own Debutante."

Ella held out her keys, not caring since she knew she was going to be punished anyway. Two of her designer suitcases were packed and standing by the door, with her parents' apparent intent to ship her off somewhere.

Her father snatched the key and stormed out to the car, making his way to her vehicle. Ella looked down at her manicure that she had gotten recently for the debutante.

"Ella, I just want to understand why you didn't show up," her mother softly spoke.

Before she could reply, her father's loud voice resonated from outside the house. "BROOKLYN?!"

Her mother let out a gasp, and her father came stomping right back. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING IN BROOKLYN?"

Ella shrugged her shoulders as her father narrowed his eyes and glanced over her attire.

"You whored yourself out to some thug, didn't you? Wearing his clothes!"

"He's not a thug," Ella defended.

"So it's true?" her mother asked, hurt evident in her tone.

"Yes."

Her father took an envelope from the inside pocket of his suit and pushed it to her. "Get out. Take your things and go to London. You will not embarrass this family any further by staying here, and you will come back when it is time for college."

"Ridiculous," Ella muttered.

"What was that, Ella?"

She stared at him and spoke up. "I'm convinced that you don't even want me. You leave me here alone and travel the world, and now that you're stuck at home, you're shipping me away. But it's fine,"

Her father didn't appreciate how she answered back, as he slapped her across the face. Ella held onto her cheek to ease the throbbing. She didn't cry, keeping her impassive facade, while her mother turned her head in the other direction as if she wasn't witnessing her husband hit their daughter.

It was the first time anyone had physically hit her before — not counting Cap's harmless throat choking kink.

Ella moved to pull her two suitcases along with her. Her father was still holding onto her key, meaning she had to call an Uber. Waiting for the Uber outside of her family gate, she read the envelope.