I Won't Give Up (3 page)

Right before
the end of the school year
she
moved to town.
Ms. Gigi Cipriani,
just
the name made me want to throw up.
My mom called Gigi “the Raven” since she had jet-black hair and looked like a corpse.
She was hired to manage the dealership here in town
. S
upposedly she was best for the job, but I
’m betting she was best at the ‘blow-job’
.
She managed to get her
claws slowly
into my dad, she had him so pussy whipped he just packed up his closet and left, no note
,
not even a good-bye.
I hated him.
I couldn’t believe he could do this to us.
To make matters worse m
y boyfriend of two years Jack broke up with me in hopes of avoiding as much of the scandal as possible. M
y mom was destroyed
. It’s not easy having the love of your life walk out on you
for someone
only a few years older than your
own ch
ildren.

Gabby Prescott,
was the typical all-American beauty
. Her
beautiful
shoulder length
blonde hair
always immaculately styled
,
bright sea
blue-eyes
a
nd a flawless
complexion
.
She’s
slender and still i
n amazing shape for being 40
. My
selfish basta
rd
of a father made her lose it, i
n just a month she had lost her beautiful figure and now looked emaciated and gaunt.

“Fiona you have to get up or you’re never going to make it to school on time.” Luke was really pounding my door down now
.
I
decided to stop dwelling and get
my ass
out of bed. Today is
the first day of my senior
year and
I was
not looking forward to it one bit. Normally I liked school
, I was a good student, popular (not by choice)
but with all the drama surrounding my family right now
being in a small town really sucked because there was no escape.

“I’m up!
I’m up!
” I yelled
sitting up
and
still feel
ing
hung over, fabulous, I groaned.

“Can you open the door
?
I want to talk to you quick.” Luke asked. I went and unlocked the door opening it and waving my hand for him to enter.

“You look like shit.” He stated matter-of-factly
looking me over and shaking his head
.
I knew he was seriously
over stressed.

“Thanks big brother I feel like it too.”
I snapped
not wanting another lecture
.

“
Fiona, y
ou ca
n’t keep doing this to yourself. H
e’s not worth it and I can’t keep being to strong one forever okay?”
He said sadly.

“Whatever you say.” I waved my hand dismissively as he walked out the door.

I did kind of feel bad for having such an attitude because as far as brothers were concerned Luke was the best. He was funny and no one ever messed with me because like our father he was also the all-American athlete
,
captain of every sport,
all the guys wanted to be him and
all the girls were
crazy
in love with him
,
even still. He graduated two years ago and just turned twenty a few weeks ago
. He was supposed to be a junior in college right now but ended up taking this semester off to stay home and help
out around here, mostly
with my mom and me
. We both have
our dad
’
s
dark
brown hair and our mom
’
s
blue eyes. He’s
tall 6’1”
,
and
built like a brick shit house all tall and muscular
;
I
’m slender
, slightly curvy and
not athletic in the least
but luckily with my 5’7” frame I can pull it off
.

I
head
ed
into my en suite and look
ed
in the mirror only to find out Luke’s reference to me looking like shit was no exaggeration, I looked plain scary
.
I was starting to get dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep, my hair was sticking in every direction and my makeup was smeared all over my face.
Definitely time for a shower.
I showered, dressed
in a pair
of dark
jeans,
a black
tee and flip-
flops really not caring about my appearance.
I put my hair up in a messy bun and
was
ready to go about a half hour later.
I grabbed my backpack and headed down the long corridor of our
second floor to the grand double staircase in our way too big for four, well now three people house. I walked into the kitchen
and grabbed and apple and my car keys before
peeling out of the driveway and
heading off to Prescott High for the first day of hell.

I pull
ed
my brand new gun metal gray Audi R8 Spyder into the school parking lot. It was a gift from daddy dearest
.
H
e was trying to buy my love and forgiveness; it wasn’t working
,
but
as
much as
I hated him right now
, which was a lot,
I
really
loved the car. I pulled up next to my friends Casey Collins and Harper Banks.

“Hi
.” I mumbled
walking over to them
and climbing into the back of Casey’s BMW
.

“Hi.” They replied
annoyingly in unison
.

“Are you ready for this?”
Casey asked
concerned
.
I just shrugged my shoulders, I wasn’t really ready and didn’t want to deal with the drama but there wasn’t much I could do about it at this point
.
I’m sure even the teachers all knew by now
,
news traveled fast
in a small town
especially the scandalous kind.
Frankly
I’d be surprised if the entire
state wasn’t aware of my family’
s drama by now
.

The lot was f
illing up
and people were
surrounding my car
to get a better look at the “impressive piece of machinery”
that was my car.
I just slouched down in Casey’s backseat trying my best to disappear
.
Prescott was a pretty affluent tow
n but my family made
them look like paupers. I closed my eyes and I wished I could just go back to the beginning of the summer before my dad met Gigi
so
maybe things could be normal again.
I was brought out of my reverie by a nasally voice.

“We have to get to class now.” Harper said. She was the go
odie-goodie of our little group. S
he was afraid to try anything new
and steered away from trouble
.
She was short, had blonde hair and green eyes. I’d been friend
s with both of them since
kindergarten and we’ve grown up together ever since. I guess
I would consider them
good friends but I didn’t really see much of either of them this summer. Casey was around my height with brown hair and brown eyes she was built like a swimmer, tall and lean, I would say I
’m closer with her than Harper
. 

I grabbed my Louis Vuitton backpack and headed towards the double doors of my perpetual hell.
People were already staring.
I could
already
tell it was going to be a long day.
I headed to my first period English class and took a seat in the very back
, I was
crossing my fingers that it would help me avoid the unwanted att
ention and gossip. N
o such luck.
As soon as I sat down I
noticed my ex-boyfriend
Jack come through the door holding hands with Ashley Jade the voluptuous
vixen of Prescott High, Miss Sex on a Stick. E
very boy here was probably having
wet dream
s about her
.
Ashley and her best friend Tabitha were the wanna-be “it” girls
of Prescott High
.

I felt the knife in my gut turn a little as I tried to put on a fake smile
and pretend like I didn’t give a shit
, she gave me a bitchy look an Jack pretended to not see me
.
I resented him almost as much as my dad, he was my first serious boyfriend, we had plans for the future and he bailed when I needed him most. Just as
I suspected
it
didn’t get better
all
day
,
which seemed like it
lasted forever
. Everyone knew about my dad’s departure
and I was
so sick of hearing “We’re sorry
”
.
T
he whispe
rs were even worse than the sta
r
e
s or the apologies
, all the sudden I was a pariah
.
When the final bell rang
I
literally
ran to
my car and
actually managed to beat everyone out of the lot. I turned up my
new favorite band Skillet’s
CD and
started the
ride home
, squealing the tires out of the parking lot
leaving a haze of smoke in my wake
. I
just wanted to get home and get this day over with. I
was in such as rush to get home
I
didn’t see the red light causing me to
almost hit a motorcycle. I slammed on my brakes and pulled to the shoulder.
I took a cleansing breath and tried to figure out what just almost happened.
This was exactly
what
I needed to
finish up the
day… not!

He pulled up next to me and started yelling.

“What the hell! You need to watch where you’re going
!” I couldn’t see him through his helmet full-face helmet but could tell
by his voice that
he was
really
pissed
off
.

“Me!
” Oh great how am I going to talk my way out of this one?
“
How about you pay more attention to where you’re going
! You’re the one on the death trap!”
I was never fond of motorcycles and this one just screamed danger. It was all black and stealthy
looking;
the driver was definitely a bad boy.
But d
amn, his
leather jacket was open,
he had on a
tight long-sleeved thermal
that
made him look HOT!

“You’re the one that almost hit me!”
He was really angry now. I guess my charms weren’t working like planned.

“Whatever no damage done right.” I was hoping he couldn’t see the tears starting to form under my Chanel sunglasses but the traitor tear slipped out and slid down my cheek.

“Right. Just be more careful next time.” He said in a softer tone. He turned the throttle and was gone. I
pulled carefully out into traffic and
started my journey home
,
again. This time I pulled in the driveway without incident.
I headed to the kitchen and heated up some of last
night’s
lasagna. I made
a plate for my mom knowing damn w
ell she wasn’t going to eat it. I don’t think I’d actually seen her sit down and eat a meal since my dad left. If it wasn’t for Carmen, our housekeeper, I think we’d all be starving. Cooking wasn’t even in her job but she’d been working here
since before I was even born, it was sweet
of her
to do it
.
I took
it out of the microwave and headed
to her room and knocked.