Secrets (h.s)

Chapter 1.

Saturdays nights were always date nights with Dylan, but somehow here i am, spending my Saturday night waiting for a taxi in the rain on a freezing cold winter night 1000's of miles away from Dylan.

I shiver and pull my thin cardigan closer to my body, hoping to get more heat from it. Who would of thought that i would be standing here, in New York, hailing a taxi, whilst my family are probably freaking out back home in California with the note i left them.

A yellow taxi stops a few inches away from me and i silently thank God for his kind gesture.

The cold leather of the seats feel foreign against my wet body and i take the bobbin off my wrist to tie up my dripping hair.

"The nearest hotel please." I tell the driver.

I'm only in the taxi five minutes when my phone buzzes. I check the caller ID and sure enough it's my father. I don't bother answer it, I'm 21 it's not like he still has control over me, after all he is one of the reasons i left. Because he's controlling and thinks he owns me. I just left a note saying that I've left and i wont be coming back, i didn't put down where i was going because i know he'd come after me and make me come home with him.

Another reason why i left was Dylan, he just wanted to go out with me because my father was the owner of Knights publishing and he just wanted a job.

But most of all it was the money that made me leave. It was the greed that came along with the money and i guess i just didn't want to live that kind of lifestyle anymore.

After a fifteen minute ride i pay the driver and stand in front of a hotel i know all too well, the plaza. I stayed here a few times over the years. I hold in one hand a small Gucci bad holding everything i brought, which wasn't much, and in the other i hold an address number written on a torn piece of paper. I shove the paper into the bag and walk into the large hotel.

Fake smiles are plastered onto each and every worker working in this place. I know they're fake because they have to wait on snobby rich bitches everyday.

The front desk is a rich golden colour and the woman behind it doesn't even bother to put on a smile at all, fake nor real. Her glasses hang on the edge of her nose and hair hair is tied back in a low bun.

"May i help you?" She asks rudely in a french accent.

"Yes, i would like a room."

I hand her my credit card before she types on the computer in front of her and handing me a key.

"Would you like someone to help you with your bags?"

"No i think i can manage." I say sarcastically before leaving her with her mouth wide open. If my mother was here right now she'd scold me for being rude, but since she isn't i can do what i please.

The place is so big that it takes me a while to find my room. I had to ask a doorman for help, but he seemed generous enough.

The suite is smaller than the one i was in last time, but much cosier. I lay my bag on the floor and check the mirror. My reflection stares back at me looking tired as hell. I push a falling strand of hair behind my ear before bending down and slipping off my red heals my dad got me last Christmas. I may not love the lifestyle but i have to say i do love fashion.

I have twenty missed calls and not even one are from Kyle. He's probably celebrating now that I'm gone. He only wanted me for my money, he was sneaking around with some woman for a while but when i confronted him he denied it, probably because my father would kill him. I didn't really mind though, i wasn't in love with him, but what really hurt is that he didn't even have the decency to confess.

I open my small Gucci bag and pull out a baby blue silk nightdress. Throwing of my clothes, i slip on the nightdress.

Tomorrow is a new day, a new beginning. I'm going to have to find an apartment, and a job. I've always wanted to be a painter but i never told my father that, he would just get me a job and i wanted to get there on my own. When i was younger i went to art lessons. My teacher told me i was her favourite and everyday she would give me a secret piece of candy that no one else knew about but me.

The bed is warm against my cold skin and it doesn't take me long to drift off into a dreamless sleep.

A/N

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