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“No,” I snap, waving my hand at him. “Fine, just give me the key to my new room and I’ll move now, there’s no point waiting until the morning,” I cry, looking away, not wanting him to see my composure slip even further.
“Of course,” he says, clicking at the keys on the keyboard for a second. “Here is your new key, your room is 459. Call down to reception once you’re ready and I can send Henry up to assist you with your luggage if you need, and please feel free to order anything you’d like on room service as an apology for your inconvenience. Can I book you a wakeup call or breakfast?”
“No,” I snap, grabbing the key from him and walking away before he has a chance to say another word.
It only takes me a few minutes to collect my handful of possessions from my suite and move them to my new standard room. By the time I’m lying on my bed, staring at the tiny room around me, my tears refuse to stay in anymore and I collapse in a heap of loud uncontrollable sobs.
I’m not sure if I’m crying for the loss of my old life, the money, or the prestige, or if I’m just crying because I’ve never felt more alone in my life. Whatever the reason I sob until my eyes are gritty and swollen and the pillow beneath my head is wet.
Grabbing my cell, I do what I’ve been doing for the last four years, I dial my mom’s number, knowing that she will tell me what to do. Only instead of the mother who has spent every day for the last few years shaping both me and my life into what she wants, I’m met with a recorded robotic message advising that this number has been disconnected.
I dial my father’s number next and receive the same message. My fingers are trembling as I dial the house number and I sag with relief when someone answers.
“Archibald residence.”
“Hi could I speak to Vanessa please,” I say.
“Who’s calling please?”
“It’s Carrigan, her daughter.”
“Oh,” the unfamiliar female voice says. “I’m afraid your parents aren’t here, they’re out of the country.”
“Who are you? Where’s Mrs. Humphries?” I demand.
“I’m the new housekeeper, Geraldine. Your parents advised me that they have no immediate plans to return to the house this year,” she says, sounding unsure.
“Right, of course,” I say, forcing my voice to become polite and calm. “Just to make you aware, I’ll be sending a moving firm around in the next few days to collect my belongings.”
“Err, I’m afraid, Mr. & Mrs. Archibald have given me strict instructions not to allow anyone access to the house.”
Closing my eyes I suck in a slow breath, scoffing lightly. “Of course. That’s fine, thank you,” I say slowly, then end the call. My parents have gone, they’ve disconnected their cells and banned me from the house. I can’t even go and get my clothes. This is their way of punishing me, because there’s nothing they can do about the money, it’s gone, but they can do this. They can take my home, my things, I’d lay money on the fact that they’ve stopped my credit card and that my cell will be disconnected soon too.
I took the future they wanted from them, so now they’re taking from me, in the only way they can. I’m not sure why I’m even surprised, I know what they’re capable of, because I’ve been their weapon of choice for years.
Dropping my cell to the comforter beneath me, I squeeze my eyes shut and just lay there, heartbroken, stupid and alone. Eventually I force my lids to open, to sit up and act. I call the lawyers who deal with my trust fund first, and have them arrange for a new credit card to be overnighted to me, then I contact the cell phone company and change my cell onto a new plan in my name. Thirty minutes later, I at least have access to money and a cell phone my parents can’t disconnect, even if I only have a handful of clothes and I’m living in a hotel.
Shuffling up the comforter, my skirt ruffles up, my bare ass rubbing along the soft cotton. It takes me a second to remember that I’m not wearing any panties, because they’re in Carson’s pocket. I should have insisted he give them back, told him he couldn’t keep them, but I was too drunk on orgasms to care.
I only have a couple of pairs of underwear anyway and now I have one less, because he decided to punish me for being a bitch. The though heats my cheeks and my sex clenches, reminding me that he took me unapologetically, fucking me hard and making me come over and over.
Ignoring the thrill that rushes through me, I try to focus on something else. I need to get some clothes, only the thought of going shopping is horrifying, because for the last four years my mom has chosen all my outfits. I trusted her to do it, just like I trusted her to shape my actions and my behavior.
Stripping out of my uniform I slide the hotel robe on, then shove my uniform in the bag for cleaning and place it outside the door. Turning on the shower I hang the robe on the hook on the back of the door and step under the stream of water, using the complimentary shampoo and wishing I had my stuff from home.
Melancholy and anger war with each other as I wash quickly then turn off the shower and dry myself with the white hotel towels. My parents are assholes, but I’m still their daughter and they turned their back on me the moment I stopped doing exactly what they wanted me to do, even though what they wanted me to do was awful and a felony.
Clean and dry I shove my arms into the robe, wrap it around my naked body, and sit back down on the bed. Grabbing the remote I turn on the TV just for some noise to fill the empty room that somehow feels quieter, even though it’s a quarter of the size of the suite I’ve been staying in until now.
My cell beeps and I grab for it, hopeful that maybe it’s my mom, that the new housekeeper told her I’d called and that she was reaching out to me, but of course it’s not her.
My disappointment dissolves when I see it’s a message from Carson.
Carson – Why aren’t you in class?
For a minute I think about not replying, then I realize that he’s literally the only person I want to talk to, even though I know I shouldn’t. I don’t understand his agenda anymore, the will is broken, my sister is free, but he’s still playing with me. He doesn’t seem to want anything from me except my compliance and my body, he doesn’t care that I gave away a fortune, he doesn’t expect me to be nice.
Me – I had a headache so I left.
