Expensive Favours - Favours Series #1

Chapter 2

He was throwing a party. A motherfucking party already. Maybe he thought I would forgive him after the grey Audi r8 he got me only a day after my arrival. I don't care how many fucking cars he gets me, nothing will change the fact he cheated on us.

This entire week has been full of torturous luncheons and dinners with colleagues of his and Belinda's. The fifteen year old twins were spared from it all seeing as this was introductions to the new addition to the 'family'.

I remained passive every time, speaking only when necessary. I certainly made sure the adults stayed clear of me. Because anytime I opened my mouth, the words that exited weren't agreeable in their society. Belinda would often have to do damage control after I finally shut up.

The times I could get out though I drove around. I abandoned the Audi and made him bring my grey Civic all the way from back home. It wasn't even that much effort.

Both the cars, were ones he bought as make up gifts for being a terrible dad. They sat in the large three door garage with his black Merc. I made sure to kick out Belinda's own Mercedes on to the giant driveway. Plenty of space there anyway.

I visited the touristy places by myself every afternoon. I was impressed by the greenery in Central Park and mesmerised by the view from the Empire State building. It was some of the more peaceful moments of my life. Definitely the only good memories I have made here so far. I was happy enough to snap pictures and even send some to my mother, which says a lot. She was just glad I was doing okay. She didn't question my father's life in NYC just yet. But soon enough, she would be brimming with questions.

I shifted through the pictures on my camera in a haze not really paying attention. My white wooden table only held my laptop and charger. My father had somehow tried to recreate my old room, which was grey and white.

Instead of accepting it all, I was slowly redecorating it all. The white shelf had the few books I had brought with me. I had bought red bed spreads for the queen sized bed which I painted black and curtains for the room alongside with a black carpet for the middle of the room. Two of the walls opposing each other had already been painted a simple shade of red. In due time I would be getting a new crimson headboard with a 'C' engraved in the middle.

Vain? Yes, but I was spending as my dad wanted me to when he handed me my own credit card. I would try to drain him if I could. And red seems to be the only colour I was seeing lately.

I put aside the cityscape pictures and dial a number I knew by heart. 'Hey this is Jerry. Leave a message at the beep.'

I sigh when I realise my best friend can't listen to my rant. Although I wouldn't want to burden him with my shit. So I simply leave a message.

"Hey Jer, it's me. I'm sorry I took so long. It's been...a rush. Talk soon." I end the message and my screen reverts back to my favourite contacts. Only three names sit there now. I highlight one named 'Tris' and take it off the list. I text the other one a short message.