01 | CONSEQUENCE
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Consequence
Noun; a result or effect, typically one that is unwelcome or unpleasant.
Every action has a consequence.
Had I known that last night would end up being a
disaster, Inever would've drank a sip of alcohol. Anyone who was someone was there last night. It's safe to say that my parents wanted to disown me.
After Selena dragged me to the bar and we had about
nine drinks, she convinced me to sing in front of
everyone. I think there were about one hundred and
fifty people. From models, singers and actors to wealthy lawyers and a lot of businessmen. It's safe to say that my image was completely ruined.
Oh, I can't sing to save my life.
After that, I couldn't remember anything. Luckily for
me, tabloids and press had it all covered. I was the main topic of gossip sites, tea spill youtube channels and my face was plastered wherever I went
I didn't regret doing that, heck, I even felt content that
even though this blew up in my face, for one night, I
enjoyed being a nineteen-year old girl, instead of just
being a modest, quiet rich girl.
But I was afraid of wrath that I would face on behalf
of my parents. I couldn't even begin to imagine the
punishment I would receive once they come marching
in my room.
Sitting up with a jolt from a dreamless sleep I had, the
first thing I felt was nausea rush throughout my entire
body. Biting my lip as I closed my eyes, I tried to stop the
dizziness and blurriness in my vision.
"Fuck." I whispered. A mirrored wall was in front of me
and I almost fainted at the sight of myself. Red lipstick
from the previous night was everywhere except on my
lips. Mascara ended just a little below my cheekbones,
making it look like I've cried. Oh, and the birds would
be jealous of the nest I had on my head.
"Evangelia Lorelia Maddox!" My mom, Mina, came
rushing into the bedroom, almost breaking the door in
the process. "What has gotten into you?" She asked, her
voice slightly raised.
"I'm sorry." I sounded anything but apologetic, due to
the headache I had.
"You're sorry? You are sorry? Do you have any idea what
you have done? You embarrassed our family, trashed
our family name in front of the entire world, and you're
sorry?" She screamed in my face, her features holding
anger.
"f**k! Ive been a "good girl" for my entire life! I wanted
for one night to do what I wanted, not you or dad! So,
excuse me for not giving a fuck." I snapped.
Taking a step back at my outburst, her mouth was
slightly parted as her eyes were holding disbelief. She
blessed herself and silently began praying.
I could read the prayer off her lips.
"You need to find your connection to God again." She
mumbled under her breath, but I caught it. Bringing
her eyes up and looking at me, she released a puff of
air, "Im sending you to grandma Heather. If you haven't
fixed your behavior in a year, you can kiss your dream
university goodbye and you'll go to the one I choose for you."
It was my turn to stare at her in disbelief. Taking a
minute to process the information, it didn't occur to me that instead of sending me to a household of God, she was sending me to my own, personal hell.
That is how I found myself an hour later on a plane.
Instead of going to Paris, I was headed to New Jersey, in a place that I wouldn't have visited ever again.
Did I hate my grandma? No. But I didn't love her, either.
I hated the fact that the religion couldn't be my choice,
but it was what was expected of me. I respected every
religion that exists, but I deep inside, I was never a
believer of any.
The plane ride wasn't very long, or perhaps it was, but I
was so deep in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed that we
had already landed.
With a private jet, there were also security guards that
were sent with me, until I reached my grandma's house.
One of the four guards opened the back door for me,
then stepping aside and letting me pass. The other two
took the suitcases from the trunk of the car.
Heather's house was the same as I remembered it.
Cream-colored two-story house, with a big balcony on
the second floor. On both sides of the house were red
roses, giving it a homey vibe.
The front door opened, revealing my grandma. She wore
a long dress with an apron over it. Her gray hair was
styled into a neat low bun and her face held happiness,
welcoming me with a big smile.
"Honey!" She opened her arms for me. Taking a careful
step towards her, I gave her a soft hug, not expecting
her to squeeze me tightly.
Maybe she changed.
"Grandma." I said, a fake smile appearing on my face.
"Come in! I was just making some cookies for my
favorite granddaughter!"
Barely resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I stepped inside
of her house and took a look around me. Every inch of a
wall that was on my right side was covered in pictures
of dad, mom, me and my cousin Talia along with uncle
and aunt. She kept their photos even after their divorce.
Heather didn't believe in divorces.
"Talia will be mad if she hears that I'm your favorite
granddaughter." I joked, but inside I was dead serious.
Talia could be scary as f**k.
She dismissed me with a wave of her hand, as she closed
the door behind the guards after they placed my things
in the hallway.
"Let's be real, she hates me anyway." True, not that I love
you.
Once we were all alone, she turned around and every
nice and happy feature of hers disappeared, replacing it
with a stern and hard look.
"Ground rules.
Church every Sunday.
Prayers every morning, before meals and before bed.
No social life except for the Church. Did I make myself
clear?" Quickly, I nodded my head.
Yeah, changed my ass.
I could only hope that I would find my "connection" to
God soon, so I could get the f**k out of here.
What I didn't know back then was that something could
keep me there. Something would catch my eye.
Someone.
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