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le. If mom and dad would just let me have my inheritance, none of t

o control me. They want me to come back home and beg them f

octors like them and my sister Gabriella, I dropped out of my fi

one who went to college, became a doctor, and cont

eedles. There was just no point in making my life miserable jus

t a real job, and that if I wanted my inheritance then I was going to have to do what they wanted, which will

eams. but I know it's just around the corner. And when I d

leasing a frustrated sigh. Three days is all I have to come up with the rent for this

and got upset because we didn't have one. I feel as though I had every r

rking my ass off trying to prove to them that I didn't need thei

ing with joy, I rush over to open the door. "Gabby!" I sling my arms around my sister, pulling h

ant to become a doctor either, but they bullied her into doing what they wanted. They

herself. That she regrets not following her own dreams, and instead

door behind her and pulling me to the couch. She notices the bi

them. I roll my eyes when she stops on the envelope

g the daughter of Doctor's Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs has taught me that I

e me begging anyone no matter how difficult things get. "What are

y dark gray suede couch. "Continue pulling my hair out until I'm on

w you can live with me and Zayne

a fit of laughter as if I just heard the best joke of my life. Living w

me a stripper," I say jokingly. Gabby's glaring at

of my family do. Sometimes I wonder if I'm

Gabby makes her way towards me, placing a comforting hand on my s

Gabby gives me a small smile.

I watch as she rolls down t

in sight, I close and lock my door. At first I was just joking about becomi

uick cash. And I was desperate. Sitting at the kitchen count

eliminate the one thirty minutes away and look at the other two. Scrolling

m over the information. It's a nightclub o

ard it from. I don't even bother reading the rest, because "All

What's more amazing is that even though they get paid, the tips they make is th

This is perfect. Not only will I be making enough money to pay rent this weekend and

a woman's voice. "Hello! Residence of the

ng this far in this crazy ass idea. If my sister knew I was doing t

Jacobs and I was wonderi

y at her keyboard fills my ears. I start to

ng and replies, "The only position currently

got to

that's

row night at 8 o'c

I nod. Realizing she can't actually see me, I respond. "Th

counter. I've done some crazy ass things in my lifetime

did I just g

*

bottle of red wine I picked up at a gas station on my way over here. I

d red lips curving down into a frown. I roll my eyes, shove th

at me with a ga

st was, but the very very short dress I'm wearing. It's a ski

ally naked under this dress. Had it not been for the mat

same shocked look on their face as mom does. Zayne doesn't doesn't look my way. And

she would say, "inappropriate for a lady" dress. I

ve this waste of a dinner. They're always trying to portra

act like dad isn't still pretending to go on his

tays because if they divorce, then sh

n Sundays with her boring rich friends

s. Both of them are toxic as hell. They fight, argue, thro

. I don't know what a healthy relationship l

picture of a happy, loving family. Maybe it's why I

ut a tray of steak, broccoli, and loaded potatoes. I thi

s his company so much. You can get the best of both worlds. Chocola

enter of the table, sharing a glance with Mo

M

melts in my mouth. If I ever find "the one," he has to know how to cook. Th

o initiate the conversation. The awkward silence and te

Florida busine

ng to do. There was no denying that I enjoy stirri

almost chokes on a piece of steak. He starts coughing, his f

lass down, sucking in a de

was

t do it." Bringing my fork up to my lips,

eres

ly was already messed up anyway. I don't see wh

asks, looking at me. "Any

ack, I chug down the rest of the wine and slam the bottle down on the t

y got fired. Three: I'm getting evicted because I can't pay my bills. Four: my parents are still selfish assholes."

y dinner. The look on their faces is priceless. So I take out my phone and s

l d

ppened

that make you? A big bit

me? What have they done except flaunt their money in my face, while I, their daughter, faces being homeless?

ood they have neglected and insulted me. In the eighteen years I

Don't think I forgot all the missed soccer games, graduation

my arm, holding me back. "Sit

to me. This whole family is a lie. "No. I'm not goin

t my sister and her husband. Walking out of the dining room, I ma

and drive off. I knew coming to this dinner would be a

ause I'm such an "ungrateful little bitch" they mig