Flashbacks

Chapter 7: Privilege

The car ride was extremely long. I ended up falling asleep for half of it and for the other half I just

looked out the window. Noah and I didn’t make much conversation since we were both exhausted - or,

well, drained, I guess,

I felt bad because he was going to be my bodyguard, which I guess is a lot of work. I can probably Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

move out soon though, in a couple weeks. That way I won’t be a burden to anyone anymore and things

can go back to how they normally are.

Although this is a chance for me to get to know my father and half-siblings, I’m a bit afraid. For one, I’m

jealous because my half-siblings actually grew up with a father. But also I don’t want to intrude and

burden my father, making him feel as though he has to help me out or else.

Honestly, it’s a privilege to grow up with both parents. But you can’t keep wishing for something you

can’t - and won’t - get.

The car suddenly stopped and I looked out the window to see we had arrived at our destination, which

happened to be a big, beautiful house. From the appearance of the outside of the house, I know my

father and his family are living their luxurious lives, however, even though they have a lot of money, that

doesn’t mean they have the perfect family. Perhaps their family is also broken and…

Maybe not.

Right as I was about to get out of the car, Noah grabbed my arm and said, “Just to be clear, you are

now my responsibility. Anything you need I will get, okay? And get used to living here. Don’t do

anything that’ll get you and/or your father in trouble.”

Before I could reply, he opened the car door and left, leaving me flushed and angry. I felt like a child.

So humiliated, and for what? I didn’t even want to live or come here. I can and will show them all that I

don’t need anybody.

I got out of the car and followed Noah into the house. If I knew what was waiting for me behind the

door, I would’ve stayed in the hospital no matter what. The interior of the house was even prettier than

the outside, shockingly. The house has a beautiful brown and white color theme to it. There was a big

mirror on the wall as soon as you walked into the house. Everything just looked amazing and…

expensive.

“I see you are loving the view,” a female voice said. I turned around to see who I assumed to be my

dad’s wife. She was a petite woman with black wavy hair and light but slightly tan skin. Her eyes were a

plain brown color and her face was littered with freckles. She was wearing a tight navy blue dress that

looked more expensive than my rent. Her english was also a bit broken so I assumed she was forgein.

To make things worse, she looked happy. She looked relaxed, and so carefree. I was undeniably

jealous of her. But instead of voicing my thoughts or anything, I simply smiled politely at her.

“You have a beautiful home,” I said.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Allow me to take you away from Noah and show you to your room.” She

grabbed my hand and led me away. Quite frankly, I felt uncomfortable with her touching me, but I didn’t

want to tell her that and seem rude, so I allowed her to drag me away.

She began giving me a tour of the house, showing me where everything was. She even showed me my

siblings’ rooms, which were amazing looking and it hurt. Even the hallways had family pictures and it all

felt like a punch to the stomach. I was never privileged enough to be able to take a picture with my two

parents.

Sigh. I need to stop being negative and look on the bright side. I can leave soon, hopefully, then I won’t

have to worry about them or anything.

“Eleonora, are you still there?” the woman asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. “We finished the

house tour,” she announced.

My cheeks reddened. I couldn’t believe I spaced out in the middle of a conversation. “Sorry,” I

apologized, “this is a lot to take in.”

She smiled sympathetically. “It’s okay, darling. I will bring you some snacks and drinks in a minute, after

I pick up the kids from their aunt’s house. In the meantime, your father is waiting for you in the living

room to discuss some things with you.”

I nodded my head so she knew I heard what she said before she began talking away. Honestly, I’m a

bit shocked she doesn’t seem disgusted by me. It also seems like she doesn’t mind having her kids by

me, but maybe that was just an act.

When I reached the living room, I saw my father talking to Noah. I cleared my throat to make my

presence known, causing both men to look up. Noah got up and left while my father just stayed seated.

“Come sit down, my daughter. I have a lot of things I want to talk to you about.”

Without a word, I sat down with him and stared him dead in the eyes with a blank face. “And what could

that possibly be?” I asked coldly. His semi-brave look faltered a bit.

“I want to know about your childhood. How everything came about. I want to know everything.,” he said

nonchalantly; and for some reason, something in me just snapped. I grew angry. He wasn’t there for

me, and now he wanted me to tell him about everything I had to go through because of him?

“Oh, so you want to know things that you would know if you did your job and, I don’t know, acted like

my father? Besides, what do you possibly want to know? I mean, I didn’t grow up with a luxurious life,

two parents, and get an amazing education. Do you maybe want to know about how I was sexually

assaulted? Or how cutting myself is how I manage to cope with my emotions? Or perhaps how I got

kicked out because I said I was raped? When I had to fuck men just so I could afford living an okay life

because I couldn’t hold a proper job because of my background? Maybe how I had my first boyfriend

and my dad wasn’t there to help me with my first heartbreak?

“Seriously, what the hell do you want to know? There’s really not much that actually concerns you. How

did you possibly think that my mom was not pregnant? Are you really delusional?”

I didn’t know I was ranting until I paused to take a deep breath in. Everything hurt. My chest had this

growing pain that made me want to burst out crying even though there was no one there to hold me or

tell me it would all be okay.

I looked at him and noticed how he looked hurt, guilty, and also rejected. Part of me felt glad he was

feeling those emotions. He deserved to feel them. He deserved to feel all the pain I had to endure my

whole life. But before he had a chance to say anything, his wife walked into the living room with his

kids.

They all ran to my father who welcomed them with open arms and hugged each and every one of

them. I felt as though I was suffocating. I couldn’t breath or think. All I knew was that I had to leave the

room - no, the house. The wife was trying to say something to me but I just shook my head and ran out

of the house.

I knew it was going to hurt me. I knew seeing them all together, being a happy and close family, was

going to hurt me.

I should’ve just ended my life when I had the chance.