A/N: So, yes. New story idea! I've had it down for some time now, but I only put it up today. If you like it, tell me by reviewing! I won't continue unless people like it, because I've got quite a few stories I have to finish. But nevertheless, I still put a fragment of my imagination up! Enjoy, and tell me what you think!
Chapter 1 : The Ugly Truth
Everything in my life had been at the top. I had the looks, the money, the stuff, the grades, the popularity. Everything was basically mine. All the things in Santa Monica Prep, was mine. As the Queen B, I was the ruler, the monarch, the one with the power. For three of my four years there, my life was going just as I planned it. Spectacular. But just one little incident, and life as I knew it came crashing down. You know what they say: the higher you are, the harder you come crashing down.
In my final days as a junior, I was already at the top of the charts for two years running. After freshman year, I had broken tradition, and ascended to the Queen B status. A status normally held by the Queen B's princess after she graduated. But that summer changed everything. That summer broke me. That summer ended me.
I was driving down Sunset Boulevard in L.A. when I decided I was starving to death. I hadn't eaten a solid meal since breakfast, and all I had for lunch was a salad. Which I threw up five minutes later in the girls' bathroom. Of course, I had to keep up my image. Otherwise, it would still be settled neatly somewhere in my small intestine. So I stopped by the Rainbow Bar and Grill. It was already six, but I knew no one was home anyway. Mom was at the spa for the week, again, and Dad was at a doctor's conference somewhere in the West Coast. Once again, I was all alone. Nothing bad about that. It just means that tomorrow, since school ended earlier that day, there's going to be a huge party at the mansion, hosted by yours truly.
As I waited for my food, I sat down on an empty table. To my surprise, my Dad was there. He was sitting very calmly in one of the tables across from me. He seemed to be looking for someone, and completely oblivious the fact that most of the girls—including the married ones—were checking him out. Hey, I can't help that my Dad still looks like a twenty-nine year-old supermodel, even if he's like, forty-five. He has this dark-ish blond hair, and amazing green eyes that gets everyone. I was just about to stand up and greet him, when this red-headed girl in a super tight and tiny black, strapless dress walked up to him.
"Hey, baby." She said in a supposed 'sexy' voice.
"Hey, babe." Dad replied. The unknown lady then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. On the lips. Dad wrapped his arms around her waist, and I felt like I was going to throw up. I'm not going to lie to you; I wasn't rooted to the spot at the horrific sight. Instead, I stood up, and marched towards them.
"What's the meaning of this?" I asked Dad in the calmest way I could at that particular time. He pulled back from the slut lady and faced turned around.
"I—ugh. I—I can explain." He was able to shutter out. Uh-huh. Explain my ass.
"Really? Go on. How do you explain making out in public with someone who isn't Mom? How do you explain making out with a slut?" I challenged him. I knew I wasn't supposed to, but nevertheless, I did.
"Hey, I'm not a slut!" The slut lady countered. I looked past Dad, raised an eyebrow at her, and gave her my Queen B glare. She flinched under my gaze. I turned back to Dad, satisfied.
"Do not talk to Andrea like that!"
"Yeah, well. Too bad."
"DAD! YOU'RE CHEATING ON MOM!" By then, I didn't care about being quiet. Pretty much the whole restaurant was looking our way. As if I gave a damn.
"Ali, calm down. Just, don't tell her, please." He pleaded.
"And let you do this to her? As if." I turned around and made a beeline for the door.
"Hey, you forgot your food." A lady waiter said just as I was about to leave. I grabbed the food off her and handed her a random bill. I think it was a hundred or a fifty. I'm not sure.
"Here. Keep the change."
I fled the scene, and just drove around downtown L.A. on my own for the rest of the night with tears in my eyes. I honestly thought that Mom and Dad were happy. Mom was a Cardio surgeon, and Dad a Neuro. They saw each other in the hospital all the time. How could she not have seen this? I sniffled, and pulled into the freeway. I was pretty sure Cal-A-Vie was somewhere near San Diego. I was going to pay Mom a little visit.
"Hi, how may I help you tonight?" The receptionist asked as I walked through the front doors of the spa resort. She was… a little onto the old side.
"I'm here to visit someone." I told her.
"Isn't it a little bit too late?" She inquired in a polite tone. Damn, this woman was either really patient, or an epic actor. But she had a point; it was something like nine at night.
"Yeah, but, it's kinda important." I reasoned. She nodded her head in understanding.'
"Who you seeing, Hon?"
"Linda Burgundy." The lady nodded again, and typed something onto her computer.
"Just go through those doors," She pointed at a set of doors. "And room 198 is to your right."
"Thanks." I started making my way towards Mom's room, fully intent on telling her everything.
"Hi, Darling. What a surprise!" Mom said when I opened her door. She was in her nightgown, tucked neatly in the middle of the king sized bed in the middle of the room. She had her straight black hair in a ponytail, and had her brown Vietnamese eyes covered with her reading glasses. Mom put aside book she was reading and patted her right side, signaling for me to come over.
"Hi, Mom." I greeted as I snuggled up next to her.
"What do you need?" God. Moms are all knowing.
"Uh, I have a secret to tell you." I was so nervous about what I was going to do. I couldn't even look at her in the eye. Instead, I was staring at the bed comforter, and was picking at it.
"What kind?" I could feel her eyes staring at the back of my blonde dyed hair. Hey, don't judge. I just wanted to look a little more like Dad. Speaking of Dad…
"It's about Dad."
"What is it, Honey?" Her voice was starting to turn concerned.
"He, uh… I saw him at the Rainbow today." I had to do this slowly. Hopefully, the pain won't hit her too hard.
"The Rainbow? The restaurant at the Sunset?" I nodded. "Isn't he supposed to be at a doctors conference?"
"That's the thing, Mom. He was with a woman; a slut." I took a deep breath. It's now or never. "Mom, Dad's cheating on you." Her arms that were around me suddenly loosened, and slowly retreated until it I couldn't feel it anymore. I summoned up my courage, and looked up at Mom. She was staring blankly into space. I don't know how long I watched her, but it seemed like hours before she opened her mouth to speak.
"Are you sure?" She questioned.
"Hundred percent." I didn't miss a beat.
"Call Viv. Go call your Aunt Vivien." Mom had a miserable expression on her face. I felt so bad for telling her, but I knew I did the right thing.
"Yeah. I'll call Aunt Viv." I stood up from the bed, and walked over to the corner. As I whipped out my phone, I didn't leave my eyes off her. She just looked... So sad.
"Hello?" Said the voice on the other line.
"Hey, Aunt Viv. It's me, Alison."
"Oh, Ali! What a pleasant surprise! What do you need, darling?" To my horror, Mom started crying. I knew Aunt Viv had to get to her, quick.
"You need to help Mom. She's crying."
"Oh, dear. That's not good. Where is she?"
"We're at Cal-A-Vie."
"Give me half an hour, I'll be there."
"No problem, dear." I ended the call, thankful that Aunt Viv could be there in half an hour. I knew she could make it, she drove like a maniac.
True to her word, half an hour later, not a second more, she burst through the door.
"Linda?" She called out. Her long, straight black hair was in its usual bun, and she still had her surgical scrubs on. Thank God she was here. Aunt Viv was Mom's better half.
"Viv. I'm here." Mom had cried all her tears hours ago, and now, all she could do was sob.
"Aw, Honey." Aunt Viv walked up to Mom and sat next to her on the bed. Slowly, she started to wrap her arms around Mom, and Mom leaned in. "It'll be ok."
Looking at the both of them, I started to wish me and Tiffany would end up like that. Best friends since the beginning.
"Mom, I'm gonna go." I wanted to leave them be, all on their own. Let them talk about whatever, and in this case, whoever. She didn't reply, so I took that as an 'ok'. I quietly slipped outside, and started walking back to the parking lot. Once I was seated safely in my Mini Roadster, I let out a sigh of relief. I had one thing down, and I was sure that I did something right.