When her mom gets arrested for a crime she committed, 17-year-old Xara is forced to leave her life behind and move to London to live with her dad. Struggling to adjust to her new surroundings, Xara finds solace in the arms of a charming and mysterio...
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The plane landed 30 minutes ago and I was in a taxi looking out the window at the streets of Chicago. My dad insisted on accompanying me but I told him to stay behind because I didn't want any tension between him and my grandmother.
The taxi came to a halt as I got and looked at my grandmother's home. I grabbed my stuff for the weekend and walked up the stairs of the front door. The house still looks the same. I look at the pale yellow chipped paint on the wall and the creaking wooden porch under my feet.
The windows are dusty and covered in spider webs and dry raindrops from last weeks heavy rains. I knocked on the door and patiently waited for the door to be opened.
The door opened to reveal my grandmother as usual because it's her house. "Xara, you're here I'm so happy to see you." She smiled welcoming me in.
I grabbed my duffel bag and walked in. I looked around the house and it looks like it hasn't been cleaned in years. Dust everywhere, walls moulding and filled with a thick stuffy smell.
"I didn't make anything to eat because I thought you wouldn't come." She said. I looked over to the kitchen. Dishes made a mountain in the kitchen and the laundry towering the dining table. I don't think you can make anything in that kitchen.
"So how are you feeling? How's Europe treating you?" She asked.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? I heard you have cancer" I replied looking around the house.
"Oh, yes I do." She mumbled.
"What stage?" I interrogated.
"Uh, I— stage 4." She stuttered." I looked at her and scoffed. "Stage 4 cancer? Yeah right. You wouldn't be suffering in this place. Shouldn't you be at the hospital?"
"I don't have any money, I called you here to help me." She pleaded. I nodded not believing what she's saying.
"What type of cancer you got?" I folded my arms over my breasts. "I have pancreatic cancer." She spoke. I frowned trying to process her lies. "Aren't you supposed to be dead? Especially without treatment?"
Before she could reply I cut her off— "Why are you lying? You're lying about having cancer." I let out a humourless laugh. "I didn't know h-how to tell you. You can see how my house looks like. I don't have an money." My grandmother stuttered looking down avoiding my angry face.
"Grandma, you're 52! Go get a job!" I spoke with frustration lacing through my voice. She was always like this. Demanding money and refusing to go get a job and work. Typical gold digger. Always behind my mom's ass pestering her for money every month. Now that she's in prison she's behind my ass now wanting money.
"I've been trying to find jobs but it's hard and I'm not qualified." She complained.
"Karma is a real bitch. You abandoned my mom when she was pregnant. Kicked her out in the streets. When's the last time you've seen her? Let alone talked to her? You wanted nothing to do with my father and the only money you can get is from him. My mom is in jail because of you!"
