The Game

Chapter 4- Weekend is here!

The big moment is here, the moment where Serena and Tori will meet for the first time! Enjoy!

Tori
We’re in the car. Driving to Chicago. This has got to be the longest ride ever. My father hasn’t said a word to me since that day. He called the doctor to see why I collapsed; he said it was due to a so-called “anxiety-attack”. Hell no, it was due to my father who’s forcing me to take pills and move me away from everything that’s keeping me happy. 

To think about how much my life has changed. 4 months ago, I had everything. Now… not so much.  At least I got to say goodbye to my friends and Lucas. We broke up. We both agreed on that it would be the best thing to do, since a long distance relationship wouldn’t work. But somehow, I feel broken. I have to start up a new life. And something even worse is that I have to live nearby them. Brad and Angelina, my mom.

I’m not calling her mom anymore. She lost that privilege.

“Victoria, listen.. I know you’re sad that we’re moving, but this will be good for you” My dad says reassuringly. 

“Lucas broke up with me because of you. Do you really think I’m the mood to talk right now?” If he thinks I’ll forgive him this fast he’s wrong.

“You’ll forget him, honey”

…

An hour later we arrive to my dad’s new home, our new house. Its really big and really nice looking, but nothing compared to my old home. All of our stuff has already been moved in.

“Where’s Angelina’s house?”

“Angelina?”

“Just answer the question”

“5 minutes from here” he says.

“And 5 from Brad.”  

I nod like I knew that. Of course, we live five minutes away from the guy who stole my mother and ruined this family.

“You and your mother will visit Brad tomorrow, and I’m on business trip these next few months. Your mother is selling her apartment and moving in with Brad. She wants you to move in with her, and since I am on business trip, you are moving in with them”

Okay. Remember the part where I told you I wasn’t depressed, I lied. I’m depressed. And with this happening, things will get ugly.

“Dad, if you put me in that house, I’ll kill myself.”

“Don’t be such a drama queen. And if you say things like that, It’s either a rehab facility or living with your mom. You decide.”

Okay, I didn’t have a lot of options so I went with the second. This all resulted in me sitting in the car with my mom, driving to Brad’s house. No one said anything.

My mother and I hadn’t spoken since the funeral. She has lost a lot of weight, and she has dark spots under her eyes. It looks like she's been crying for years. 

“How is it going with therapy. Your dad says its going much better with your depression”

“I’m not depre… you know what, whatever. It’s going good.”

“I’m glad to hear that” She says with a vibrant voice. That's proably the only good thing she has heard these couple of months since Sarah died. She hasn't said much after the funeral. Her voice was all husky and empty.

She starts to caresses my knee with her hand.

“Honey, I hope you’ll like Brad. I really love him”. This makes my blood boil. Love him? Do you even know what love is? You just left your husband to live out some teenage fantasy.