Chapter 1
A few months later
I sigh as the plane hits American soil and walk off with regret. As usual I can’t help myself where Maisy is concerned and fuck everything up. I actually wanted to stay in England this time because even though I treat my sister like shit, I do love her and my parents, of course I do. Plus there’s the added worry of Andrew while I’ve been away. Between him and returning to my childhood home, I didn’t want to come back here, but I caused a lot of shit for my sister. Fuck, I nearly killed her and risked her relationship with her boyfriend Max, who is a gorgeous rock star. I just couldn’t resist. However, unlike the other men in her life, Max was different and wasn’t interested in me. I could see he loved my sister and it turned into a game for me. My parents finally saw me for what I am and literally threw me onto the next plane back to America. Now here I am shit scared Andrew will come looking for me. If my family knew why I ran home in the first place rather than thinking I came home to spoil Maisy’s birthday, they probably wouldn’t have been so harsh but here I am. Might as well suck it up and live the life that I have dealt myself.
I don’t know why I ruin everything and hurt the people I love. They think I’m a bitch so why not be the bitch they think I am? I’m not completely heartless, I love my family but when certain situations appear I like to challenge them. I do love Maisy. She’s my big sister so of course I fucking love her. I shouldn’t have said what I did and then go after her man like I did. The sick part, is that I didn’t even want her man, Max. I just saw how Maisy looked at him and decided to wedge myself in there. As usual, I see an opportunity to be a bitch and cherish it.
My mother was pissed and I saw how she looked at me when she dragged me to the airport. I saw the disappointment in my father’s eyes and chose not to argue my case. After the pain I caused Maisy, I deserved to go. Even though, I was being thrown back into a pair of dangerous arms.
I’m honestly a little scared to be back here, the thought of Andrew and the look on his face sends shivers through me. Hell, I’m really fucking scared to be exact. If I was smart I would have sold my small house, and started somewhere new and be as far away from Andrew as possible. I should have asked for Maisy’s help actually, after all she does work in the property market.
I do my best to hold my head high as I walk through the airport and try not to look like I’m a scared little girl, even if I am terrified inside. For all I know Andrew could be here with his criminal uncle, waiting for my return. I never knew that side of Andrew, I thought he was normal. You know the standard guy and nothing out of the ordinary, but how wrong was I. When I saw the look in his eyes, I knew I had made an error of judgement. I don’t even know a single member of his family for fuck’s sake! How weird is that?
I’ve been rethinking Andrew’s last words to me. Not just his warning to be careful, but when he hinted that he should have introduced me to his uncle, that got me worried. Why would his uncle have an interest in me and what has that got to do with me sleeping with Tyler and Brad? Speaking of which, maybe I should check up on them and see how they are.
When I leave the airport, I break out in nerves at the thought of going home. Instead of jumping right into a taxi, I decide to grab a seat and settle my nerves first. I reach in my bag and finally turn my phone on. I’ve had it off while I’ve been in the UK because I have a separate one I use when I am at home and when I do turn it on, I soon regret it. Message after message alerts and they’re all from Andrew. There are even some missed calls and voicemails which I deleted. I do not need to listen to those. There’s also some texts with pictures attached which I also decide to not open, I’m scared of what they will show and decide not knowing is better for me right now.
“Need a ride home, darling?” I hear from the road beside me. I look up from my phone and see a man in a taxi, leaning out his window and smiling over at me.
I drop my phone back into my handbag and decide it’s time. I need to go home and then I’ll go to the nearest housing rental place to find me a new home I can rent while I sell my house. I don’t feel safe in that house any longer. Maybe it’s a good idea to get out of this country all together? I could go back to the UK, live in London and still be a fashion blogger. I could try and fix things between Maisy and me, be a better sister. I would at least like to try.
Making my decision, I get up and smile at the taxi driver. “That would be lovely.”
He helps me with my bags and after giving him my address, we drive. I look into selling my house on the way and by the time we have pulled up in front of my home, I have made up my mind. I want to move back to England even if my family won’t take me back it’s better than feeling scared and alone here.