The move to the better *Kian lawley and Sam pottorff fanfic*

Chapter 1 - what now?

I stayed at Annas apartment the two days before the move, having a big dinner with all my closest friends and my boyfriend the day before the flight. Then i slept at Jacobs (my bf obviously) house. He was mad, confused and... a bit off. i couldnt blame him though. I was leaving him.

- you know you can come visit us, right? I said laying in his arms in his bed. i could tell he was awake.

- I guess. he siad, stroking my hair. i knew he was mad about me moving.

- Cant you stay here? you can live with me! He said, sitting up looking into my eyes. He had gorgeous blue eyes, they kind of sparkeled.

- You know i cant. i said, looking down tearing up a little.

- WHY NOT? he said getting kind of agressive. I knew well, he had some kind of rage problem. he usually calms down and apologize, but when he doesnt... well you can figure it out, right?

- calm down, your parents are sleeping. i whispered. the clock was about 4 in the morning. my parents would come pick me up at 11.

- I dont care. im sorry i just dont want you to leave.

- I know, i dont eaither. but i guess its meant to be.

- we'll still be togheter, right?

- Of coourse. i said smiling, kissing him.

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As planned, my parents came to pick me up at 11. I said goodbye to Jacob and Anna who came by to say good bye. I cried a lot, but inside of me i knew id get a better life in cali.

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i coould tell my mom wasnt keen on leaving. neither was my dad. but i guess we have to. My moms best friends dad had died, leaving his only daughter with his big company and all his money. His daughter, my moms best friend Clara didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know anything about buisseniss she was only a make up artist, and now she were going to run this big American company by herself? No, she asked my mom to partner with her. You see, my mom is a good business women, and my dad is a good in economics. My mom said no, she didn’t want to move to California. Clara said 30-70, mom said no. Clara said 40-60, but my mom still said no. Even when clara wanted it to be 50-50 my mom turned it down. But when clara said she would buy us a house for $20 millions + offering my dad a job too, my mom coudnt turn it down. She said yes, and we needed to move there as quick as we could.

Now we would live in this big mansion somewhere in cali-fucking-fornia. We were an average family in Sweden. We lived in a average house in a small nice suburb close to a kind of small city. We had bougth an apartment in the city that wasn’t built yet. We were going to move in a year to a kind of small but expensive (for our economy we had at that time) and nice apartment in the middle of the city. I was looking forward for it, but now… i don’t know. A mansion in cali? I don’t know if that’s relly my thing. Moving from all my friend in Sweden, to cali? I don’t even like when its hot, I like the Swedish weather. It never gets  too hot, and we have snow half of the year. But I guess I was happy, because other than the weather, I didn’t like Sweden that much anyway. My dream have always been to move to the us, but when it got real I just… I don’t know.

We now sat on the plane, first class. I had never been in the first class before. I rubbed off the tears on my cheek. I pulled up my new iphone 5 that mom bought me to make me feel better. Honestly I didn’t need it, I had the 4s and it was good enough for me. But mom didn’t want to feel guilty for moving her sixteen year old daughter across the globe, so she bought me tons of stuff. An ipad mini, ipad 4, ihpone 5, macbook. She had also promised me to go shopping, buying me everything I wanted when we got there. I wont lie, I love material stuff. I was never really happy in Sweden, tho I had the best friends, I warent poor, I had good grades and I was still a party girl getting drunk almost every weekend. But still there was something missing.

I love shoes, im shoe addicted and my friends think im ridicules. I love doing my nails and my makeup and ofcourse, I love to go shopping. Its my thing, its what I do best. Now youre probably thinking im this confident bulliying bitch bitching about other bitches. But no, or well… sure im kind of bitchy sometimes, but its just to defend myself, im so insicure i have this wall around me. But im super nice, down to earth. I spend a lot of my savings on saving animals in foregin countries, like tigers, pandas and polar bears. I love animals, I had just started the zoo gymnasium in Sweden. but when im just starting liking school, im moving. what the fuck? who even likes school? thats a big achievement, and now were moving? woohooooo........

OKEY SO ENOUGH ABOUT ME. Im over thinking everything all the time.

-        Lucinda, we’re here now. My mom said, waking me up on the plane. Well, of course she said it in Swedish, but ill have to translate for a lot of you guys to understand, right? I yawned, sitting straight in the comfortable flight chair. I looked out the window, the plane had stopped and I could see LAX airport. As soon as we walked out I could feel the air hit me, it was so… warm and soft. We took a cab to drive us to the house, or mansion.. it took kind of a long time to get there from the airport. When we got there the cab driver opened our doors and helped us with our bags.  My mom only let me have two bags with stuff with me, the rest we were going to  buy here. I had only brought five pairs of shoes. even tho I were just average in Sweden, I got the money everyone in my age that went to school got, I had over 30 pairs of shoes. I had more, but the 30 ones are th eons that im still ok wearing. And now I had picked out five pairs to bring. I didn’t take my Jeffrey campbells with me, because mom said I could get new ones. Anna got my jeffreys. I brought the shoes I had bought in Sweden, that I couldn’t buy in the us.

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I sat in my bedroom packing up my stuff, thinking about the life at home. what would i do right know if i werent here? probably studying or something. Or maybe be at school...  i looked at my world clock on my ihpone, it was about 7am in sweden. I would now be doing my makeup, then i would go to the bus, then taking another bus to school. it was monday today so i would start at 8.30. after school i would take the bus to jacob, and we would have sex or he would beat me because i wasnt in the mood. he was always like that. if i wasnt in the mood he would beat me and i would have to redo my makeup on the way home. well, he didnt want any trouble so he didnt beat me in the face or my arms etc. I changed to my Pjs, looking in the mirror with only my bra on. I had bruises on my stomach since last night. I teared up. I missed him, it wasnt his fault he got aggressive. I mean, hes a teenage boy, theyll always be aggressive if they dont get what they want, right?

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this ones a bit sad,  if your boyfriend is abusive you often just dont really get it. you never blame him, you know? i do.

 kian and sam will be in the next chapter or the one after... i dont know yet.