I'M MY STEP FATHER'S POSSESSION

EMILY'S POV “I know mom, but it’s just shocking your sudden choice for marriage after fifteen years of being alone since dad died.” I whisper yelled through the phone. There was nothing this woman couldn’t do to amaze me. “Yes, yes I know.” I said pacing left and right in a straight line in my room, taking a chip in my mouth. I sighed, here we go again. I thought with her rambling at the other end. Of course, she’s done a lot for me and the least I could do is make a better life for myself and repay her. I also should come for her wedding. “But mom, it’s just too much for me. What is it, you wanna have s*x? Why not hire a hooker or something than marrying some....some ‘guuy'?!” I made an emphasis on that word. I didn’t sign up to go to California all to come back home for a wedding. Yes, I might not have a furnished life here on my own and depend on my parent, but what makes her so sure everything will magically work well for me in USA? I sighed on the line. I’m not going to have this conversation. “Okay mother, I’ll be there, but just give me some weeks. To 'pack'.” Her voice roamed from the other end like a ring. “It’s in two months mom, why do I have to come now? Or tomorrow?.....I know you had this signed, but does it have to budge with my personal life?........I’m already bummed by it. Great! You have stalked me down to my new apartment. Thanks mom for being sooooo motherly caring.” I heaved a sigh after saying sarcastically. I took a glance at my messy bed and small room. I should do some tidying. My hands dipped into the chips bag and didn’t pick anything. I had finished the last strength in me to finish this call - the chips. “Okay mom, I’ll pack only what I need for a week. I’ll book a flight for next tomorrow.” Who knows, aside coming to face my annoying mother, USA might be a better place for me. I didn’t want to go there after my father died, but it’s been fifteen years and I’m pretty sure I can handle that. I walk to the mini fridge by my bed and pulled out water in a jug. My phone was supported to my ears by my shoulder now. Mhm, mhm. I murmured in my head with a side nod as a reply, not like she can see me, then I said it. I poured some water in a mug then dropped the jug at the top of the fridge and water splashed out on my palm. I didn’t even bother wiping my hands dry on my ash shirt and brought it to my ear. My wet hand now supporting my phone, the other on the coffee mug filled with water moving to my lips. I choked on my water. “You did what?!” “OKAY, YOU NEED TO STOP RUNNING MY LIFE FOR ME. I DIDN’T NEED YOUR HELP AND I DON’T NEED A LAST MINUTE NOTIFICATION THAT I SHOULD BE TRAVELING BY 9AM TOMORROW.” I roll my eyes to her comment. That’s it, I’m done, I don’t need a mother with a mind like this to talk to. “Okay sure! But I’ll stay at a hotel, MY OWN WAY and you won’t follow me or force me to come home. I’ll go home whenever.” She agreed! Now that was quick, I expected a bargain. “Thank you soo much my little muffin.” Her voice echoed from the other end. “Mmm, I hate you too and hope you die. Bye mom, I gotta pack things for a week.” She hummed and murmured something. “Suree sureee, I’ll be at the meeting and at the right time the day after my settlement.” I sat on my bed and cut the call before she could say anything else. Without a second more, my hands ran through my hair, roughening it. I’m going crazyyy, why does she have to do things that always make my life harder. I sank in to my bed, frustrated, to stare at the ceiling. God. I can’t believe I’m moving back to USA and not to visit, to live. I have to get all my applications ready. I sighed to the softness of the noise that came with the ring of the doorbell, which now sounded like a pain in my ears. Who in their right mind wanted to date an old divorcée woman with a kid as grown as me? I don’t know, mental people?! “Who is it?!” I ask still on my bed frowning. I didn’t hear a response. Oh gosh even if you want to play a prank, why today that everything feels soo choking?! I sulked and walked to the door at the sound of the second jingle. This better be good news or food. ***** I found myself crying. Crying at the sight of their making out....why? I didn’t want to face them. I can’t deal with this. My head was pounding and body temperature rising. Pain and anger was flowing through me. What hurt more was they came after me and banged on my door. I said something..... He replied... “You can call her many names Mia but not a slut. I won't take that. She’s not you.” ... My vision blurred because of the wetness of my teary eyes. Mom...I can’t believe I’m saying this but for once, you really are helpful. I’m getting out of this town and country! I never want to see them again. My eyes shot open to take in the rays of sun gawking on my face and lashes, they felt a bit sore and I shut them then turned to the other side but it was worse. Sun rays were pungent on my lids, burning my face out. With a furrow of my brows, my eyelids slid open feebly and I drifted my sight to the alarm clock on my bed table. A tired moan slipped out my mouth, making me shut them again. My heart raced and my eyelids lit up, faster than I ever thought they could move. Eight thirty six, f**k!!! I have a flight!!! Shittt, dumb Miaaaa. I ran into the bathroom taking my toothbrush from the case and putting paste on it, while hastily putting on my un-ironed white t-shirt. The toothpaste spilled on it and I ran out to get another change. f**k! f**k!! f**k!!! Fuckkkkkkk!!!! Where the hell are my damn second choice outfits? I unzipped a box and spilled all the things in out on the bed, the ones I’m leaving here. I brushed my teeth a bit and continued the search. Oh f**k this! I ran to the bathroom to gaggle water and spat out and did again, took a quick glance at the mirror and wiped my mouth dry with my hand then ran out. I don’t need to shower, I will when I get there. This was a cloth catastrophe. Nothing seems to be good enough. My eyes scanned the room and I dished the pile of clothes on my bed. The wooden table made a screeching noise while being dragged on the floor to the front of my wardrobe. I climbed and pulled out another box from the top of the wardrobe. I see now why I don’t have a good job and life here, my whole life is not arranged. Aha! Perfect! I got down and took off the stained white shirt. With a spray of perfume and sniff of my armpit, I dashed out with my black leather box and flashy fury jacket. I locked my door and placed the key where I usually keep it when I’m heading out. Mom’s agents will be here anytime soon. My heels clacked against the stairs noisily as I gush out of the main entrance of the apartment. “TAXI!” I yelled and pulled my hand forward. All boarders please fasten your seat belt as we’re about landing. My body tensed as I rubbed my hands against each other. I was shaking uncontrollably. I didn’t know why but it all felt new. Like I was in a strange land. Tough luck for me not missing my flight. A sad thought played in my mind and I dished it immediately. This is New York! RJ and Brandon died in California. I’m about to start a new life here, hoping it’ll all turn out good. Oh lordd, I’ve never been this traumatized about anything in my life, I’m about to meet my mother. A visit to the devil herself. I ran my eyes round the airport in my white-lilac coloured fury jacket, same colour of shirt and jeans with my feet sealed in black boots, dragging my box with me. She didn’t send escorts as promised. I need a good shower and rest. I need some food and something to clear my head from everything. First off, USA sucks right now to me but California more. I slip my hands in my Jean back pocket to get my phone. I need to search for five star hotels, maybe I should’ve let that crook do it for me this once, the stress I have to go through today. Home sweet home America, lol. I sighed after getting my room card and walked in. The room service will be bringing treats soon. Jans Hotel and Suites. This place is better than it looks on TV, God the money used to furnish this place probably cost more than my lifetime. I kicked my shoes off my feet to the floor by flinging my legs and put my jacket on the bed. Taking my clothes off gently and sipping into a robe, f**k this is softtt and comfyy, I might as well wear this all evening, I walked to the door of the guessed bathroom. Comfy slippers were on the rug at the entrance to the door leading to the bathroom, I slipped my small feet in and it swam in them. Hehe, I feel like a baby. I packed my hair in a bun and went in. The room service will be here any minute and I want to be well refreshed before then. * My phone screen brightened. Ping! Notification. RJ: Mia lemons, where are you? Your apartment was empty and your number isn’t going through. I looked at it and ignored it after seeing the Id of the sender. I brought the tip of the wine glass to my mouth and sipped in the red wine. My brows began to furrow with more notifications from RJ. She was apologizing and wanted to talk. I got angrier each time I heard the chimer. b***h! I wanted to throw my phone and smash it but I don’t have enough money to want to think of phone expenses. I drank my wine forcefully down my throat and switched off my phone. An angry sigh slipped out. My head got clouded with the sight of it at my door step. Could I still call her my bestfriend? Am I meant to be angry at him or her? What should I do? I didn’t know I was crying till I felt tears roll down my cheeks. I wipe it off with both my fingers but it kept streaming down. I don’t want to think about it. Whatever happened, no matter how long, is in the past and in a different country, I shouldn’t be crying over some looser who didn’t feel pathetic of what he did and called me a w***e instead. My body temperature gave a beaming hotness and a weird rhythm formed in my stomach. I felt my head pounding. Not today, I’m not going to cry on my new day with a new life. I still have an arrangement to meet my mother tomorrow morning and have a lot of things to do. I couldn’t help the pain, we broke up already but why did it still hurt like a bee sting. I sobbed and tilted my head up to face the ceiling to keep the tears from rolling. I’m going for fresh air, I can’t keep sulking. Mia Anderson has been home for too long, it’s time to let loose. I’m going clubbing. My hand let loose of the wine glass and I my body brushed on the table roughly as I led myself out the chair.