1 Stay

"Please stay Alexandrite baby please", my mom pleaded. Her face was contorting in pain. It hurt me to know that I was the cause of this pain. Her forehead was crinkled as she stared at me with tears in her eyes.

In that moment I thought maybe I could stay. My eyes wandered over to Doug her asshat boyfriend. He sneered at me in a creepy and taunting manner which caused my body to shudder.

I couldn't help but recall a memory from a few weeks back when he came home high and had beaten the shit out of me for telling him to fuck off.

I was headed to a party that night that he wanted to attend with me. We are pretty close in age, I don't judge my mom for dating younger men, to each their own. Her happiness was what I live for. I just didn't want him cheating on my mom in front of me. Secondly, what would he want from a party other than pussy. I just didn't want a messy situation which realy angered him. Why he couldn't find his own parties to go to, I didn't know.

When my mom came back the next day, she had worked a night shift at st Morgensteins hospital. Distraughtly she had asked me what happened and simply had looked to Doug and asked him to explain. He responded in a mock sombre voice that I was mugged and that was the final straw. I couldn't keep doing this, my mom kept finding these assholes, that treated her relatively well but always had an issue with me. I wanted out.

I remember smirking bemused at his audacity to look my mother in her hazel eyes and lie point blank to her.

We got into an argument where I told her that he was a liar and a thief. Doug's a criminal law attorney who clichély kept rich assholes out of jail. My mom was completely blinded by him and I had had enough. The assault was becoming a constant and I couldn't take any more.

I could tell her all the shit he does but because she is so blinded by her love for the asshole it won't change shit. I sighed. "Mom you can visit and we can visit other places. It's not like we will never see each other ever again, oh and we can skype and FaceTime as many times as you wish.

I hugged her tight and tilted my head back to prevent the tears that had welled up from falling. I let go taking a step back. I turned and walked away, I couldn't bear to take another look at Doug.

But from the corner of my eye I saw him smirk at me when I waved to my mom. I shuddered and went to check in. I hated my father, I had come to the conclusion regardless that he was a better alternative than staying with my mom and Doug.

The men in my life really tend to be pieces of shit. My father ruined my mother's life. He left her so broken that she settles for pretty boys like Doug who like dating older women. The asshole had walked out of my life before I was born.

My mom fell pregnant with me when she was 17 my dad was 19 at that time he simply threw some money in my mom's face and went on to study at Harvard Business school. He sent me money every month that I never touched.

His money was blood money, for all I cared. I just left it in an account and let it accumulate. He visited once when I was 10 and promised me that he would now stay and we would be in my life more and then he ghosted us again.

In a chance occurrence, he was promoted to CEO of the company and I haven't seen him since. Fuck it I'm chill though, I don't need much from him. I just want a roof over my head and a school to complete my education at.

He said that we would start over and build a relationship. I had no intentions to have a relationship with a douchebag who valued money more than his own daughter.

He had informed me that I would be travelling in one of the private jets that he owned. It was huge and extravagant just from the exterior. It was black and had on it painted Alexandrite Wolfgang in gold.

I rolled my eyes. My mother is African American and my father is German and of mixed race decent. His name is Axel Marx Wolfgang. My parents met at a private boarding high school in Manhattan.

Apparently, they were fiercely loyal to one another until Jo, my mom, fell pregnant. My mom's parents came from a background of money too so she never really struggled and neither did the two of us. I sighed and just put in my soul playlist to ease my aching heart.

My heart and mind were both conflicted and unsettled because of the shit hand life had dealt me with both my parents.

I needed to escape for a bit and the perfect playlist was a mix of the weeknd and Drake but the more laid-back tracks the knowing crooned in my ears and I cried a bit. My face was still slightly bruised from my recent tango with Doug. I had defended myself which had enraged that son of a bitch.

He almost broke my jaw. I let this memory console me and assure me that I had made the right decision to leave. I drifted off after a while. When we arrived, the flight attendant tapped my shoulder gently and I got up.

I had forgotten where I was. I looked around at the luxurious setting around me and my memory came back to me as I saw the caramel coloured leather seats and the plush beige rug on the floor.

I grabbed my backpack and smiled at the lady and thanked her for her services and her kindness. There was a huge muscled man in a suit waiting by a limo outside the jet. Wordlessly, he took my two huge suitcases and duffel bag and loaded them into the back, while I climbed in.

I felt so lonely already and I hadn't even met Axel. The asshole hadn't even bothered to show up to pick me up. I couldn't say that I wasn't completely disappointed. We arrived about half an hour later outside a huge estate with large fancy black gates.

I smiled, a little hopeful about my new life. Back with my mom we had lived in a condo so I found it pleasing to see that there was space to enjoy the sun and to breathe in fresh air. It wouldn't be so bad I thought to myself hopping out the limo once it had rolled to a stop.

There were people in black and white uniforms awaiting my arrival I smiled awkwardly at them and they all greeted me.

I was ushered into the house. We entered through the garage that had 10 fancy cars. The room that connected to the garage was the lounge it had a large mahogany table and chairs the floors were made from white and grey marble and paintings decorated the walls.

I stood and took in the grandeur of the room. I turned to my right and saw that there were a few stairs that led to the lounge. It had large leather couches like the ones from the jet except these were black. There was a huge flat screen on the wall that I estimated to be 80 inches, in the middle of the room there was a glass coffee table.

The walls and mantle by the fireplace were decorated with pictures of Axel and a woman and two kids. I guffawed and said out loud "What the fuck". The maid who had been following behind looked taken aback and confused.

She followed my gaze to try and decipher what had caused my sudden outburst and saw that I was staring at the "family photos". "Oh, that is Mr Wolfgang and the Mrs, the girl is Allison and the young boy is Christophe."

She beamed as she informed me. I just nodded my head and asked her to show me to my room. I was no longer interested in getting a tour of the house.

Instead i felt nauseous.

Axel had never mentioned a family before. I felt stupid, I could have looked into the bastard and found out some information about him but I hadn't bothered because I was mad at him for abandoning my mom and I. I had no intention of being an older sister to anyone's brats.

I went into the room that I had been told was my bedroom and laid on the large king-sized bed that had cream linen sheets on it and lots of pillows. I looked to the left and saw a walk-in closet that connected an ensuite bathroom and on the right, were long rectangular windows.

The room was on the second floor and I had an impressive view of the estate. I got up and walked to the window to take a look at the scenery before me. There was a large pool and a tennis court on the one side and a basketball court and gazebo on the other.

The grass was neatly trimmed and it connected to a forest, I smiled. I would be able to go for jogs in the mornings. I took in the rest of the room unlike downstairs my room had a redwood floor.

By my bed there was a large white plush rug and a bedside table that had a lamp and some magazines. I walked up to them and scoffed when I saw the titles, Elle, Seventeen, cosmopolitan, Vogue how presumptuous they were.

A small part of me was like bitch that's your shit right there you like those kind of magazines. There was a large mahogany wooden desk with stationary on it and a black swivelling office chair. I went back to the window and sat on the large cushioned ledge.

A family, I thought to myself tucking my knees under my arms and took my I pod that I had slid into the back pocket of my jeans out and played my soul playlist again. One of the maids peeked into the room and I looked up.

I had been sitting there in that corner for about an hour. I paused my music and took out an airpod and looked at her quizzically. "I knocked earlier on about an hour ago, but I heard no response I thought you might have been sleeping. Then I came back and had been knocking for about 15 minutes and thought you might be sleeping again."

She paused, "the point is I just wanted to check up on you". I smiled at her she looked young maybe slightly younger than me or maybe my age. She was wearing a long black dress with a white apron and black all stars.

She had a high auburn bun on her head that was neatly in place her skin was pale but she had pretty grey eyes. I felt like shit I was just dressed in my grey sweatpants and LA Lakers sweater and black puma slides with long white socks.

I realised I had been too busy inspecting her that I hadn't responded to her. "I am alright thanks..." I left off for her to tell me her name "Elena", she responded. "No food or water?" she questioned I nodded my head and she left.

I put back in my airpod and played my music and fell asleep on the ledge. At this point in time music was my only safe haven in this alien place. I had yet to meet Axel and his family.