Today and Tomorrow by Eva Linnea (fantasy books to read TXT) 📕

Chapter 1:

"Get out of my house!" my mom yelled at my dad and I while holding my brother captive behind her in the corner of our living room. It was hard to hear what she was saying through my loud sobbing noises. My brother tried to get through the little space next to my mom but my mom wouldn't let him past.

"Mom please!" I screamed at her.

"Get out!!" She wouldn't let us any further into the house than the front doorway.

"Tina let's talk about this, and what's best for our children.." my dad tried to negotiate with her.

"No! I don't care about Rebecca or you! I only care for my baby Noah! Get out, now!" Noah wasn't a baby he was fucking 14! But those words hurt like hell. I could tell Noah was freaking out because he started balling. He dropped to the floor and my mother bent down and slapped him. He started crying more and more, some because of the pain, and some because of the heartbreak.

Let's all be honest, this family was falling a part in a matter of seconds.

"Tina! You don't know what you're doing! You've just had too much to drink!" My father yelled at her.

"Shut up Bonnie!" She yelled so loud I had to cover my ears.

"Tina, just tell me what you're expecting out of this....a new life? A new family? We were chosen as a family for a reason, why do you want to change that?" My dad asked with sorrow. My mom pauses at his statement thinking over what he said then looks at me and my red puffy tear stained face.

"I'm expecting everything to be new. And just to make sure," she opens her purse pocket that as on the table next to her and throws 2 pieces of paper at us."That everything is new." I fixed my sight at the pieces of paper and stumble towards it. I grab them in hand and flip them over to read 'Ticket to San Francisco, CA. Gate 17, 6/29/15, 10:32 P.M.' Both of them were the same, and the date and time was tonight. I glanced at Seth who was quietly sobbing and looking at me while in the corner of the living room rocking himself, then I took a glance at my intoxicated mother swaying from side to side, and then turned to my father behind me.

"Dad, maybe it's for the best.." I whimper. He nodded. A few tears escaped. I look at my now broken family. 'Will things get better later on?' I ask myself. 'Probably not..'

I look at my little brother who has slightly stopped sobbing.

"Beckie....don't leave me!" Noah started off in a faint whisper to a heartbroken scream. I remember the nickname he gave me when he was 9. I smiled at that.

"Noah, things will get better I promise." I said in a now strong voice. "I will come visit as much as I can and as soon as possible-"

"Which won't be very often," my mother cut in.

"Can I just give him one hug then we will be off, please, I promise." I begged her.

"Fine." She said sternly. Noah jumps up and I start walking towards him. Instead of walking, he runs. Once we collide I sigh in comfort, and he does the same.

"I'll miss you so much!" I cry.

"I'll miss you more Beckie!" Noah's sobbs come back.

"Okay thats enough, now run along before I get the pistol!" My mom yells at me. I grab Noah's face and kiss his forehead.

"Be safe.." I whisper so only he can hear. He nods and we let go. I walk over to our father and our mom comes to take Seth. "Goodbye Seth, mother." Noah runs upstairs to his room I'm assuming. My father grabs my hand and the suitcases that were already down here and ready when we got home from the store. He drags them, along with me, down the driveway towards our cars. His being a dark orange Lamborghini, and mine being a bright yellow 2015 Jaguar. I love my car but I would trade it and all the money I had to be a full family again.

 Chapter 2:

   I drove my car to the airport, following my father. It was a sad day  today. Will I ever see Noah again? I don’t really care if I never see that evil bitch again. She makes me so mad that I could just rip her head off. I gripped the steering wheel. But thinking of Noah, my hands fell to the bottom of the steering wheel. I’m just...so effing sad. My dads car turns off of the highway and onto that little ramp thing that led to a road which led to the airport parking lot. We pull up one by one in front of the sliding airport doors. I see my dad getting out so I grab my phone from being plugged into the car charger and shove it in my back pocket. I open the car door and waltz out.

                  "Dad, are we taking our cars to California?" I asked. I haven’t really been thinking about my car. Obviously I would be thinking about how life is going to be now.

"Sorry Becca, no can do." My dad said with a pout. "And about today, just forget about your mother and….Noah."

  "Dad you can’t just ask me to do that!" I yelled, causing a few people to stare at us. "This is getting out of hand. First I lose half my family and then I’m being told to forget about everything that just happened?!" He was acting rational.

  "Becca.." He trailed off with guilt. "Were not coming back anytime soon.."

          It was true. He was right. And I couldn’t do anything about it, I’m just a kid. Life sucks when you're a kid because you don’t have a say in anything. How could I forget my whole family though, that’s crazy.

“Becca were going to be late for our flight, if you're mother finds out that we didn’t board she will seriously hunt us down.” He pointed out truthfully. I got a little nervous from what he said, would she really? ‘Probably’. For Noah, I finish getting my luggage out of the trunk of the car and stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Okay, I’m going to leave this wretched place for Noah, and Noah only. I don’t want him to get hurt because I refused to leave.” I sigh. This wasn’t going to be a piece of cake, I was leaving Noah, and my friends. This is too much to take in at once but it’s happening that way it seems.

               Dad closes the trunk and sends the driver my now old car away. He traded it for $250.00. Such a rip-off. It was a great car.

“Becca let’s go.” He tugs at my arm for me to come along. He walks to the doors that open and close automatically and we stumble into the airport. We walk up to some women behind some desks and they check our tickets and grab our luggage, only to be dropped onto a thing that carries it along to the people who load it onto the plane. We go through security. Then they let us into the center of the airport with all the restaurants and little shops.

              I signal to my dad that I’m making a stop at a random store to get some snacks and a drink for the plane. He nods. I waltz into the store and grab a Mountain Dew out of their little mini fridge and then I get a large bag of Bugles. The register rings up to $8.47. ‘That’s fucking expensive. Damn. Stupid people who set the prices for things like this.’ I sigh in frustration. I pay the money I owed and then walked out of the store looking for dad. I can’t find him. I look around frantically.

             Searching the crowd I see a maroon jacket that looks exactly like my father’s. With my little plastic bag I rush over to him. Grabbing his shoulder and turning him around, it was a mistake. His jacket is the same from behind but has more pockets and openings in the front, therefore it’s the wrong guy. I get embarrassed and I blush, almost matching his coat.

     "Uhm hello?" A hand waves in front of my face. I snap out of my trance of being embarrassed and look up to see a very attractive man.

   "Oh um, I’m so sorry I thought you were my dad.." I trail off uncomfortably "Same looking jacket." He nods understanding what I was saying, like it’s happened before.

    "What's your name?" He asks, eyebrow raised.

    "Rebecca." I start to feel awkward.

    "Pretty name, I’m Alexander O’Brown. Nice to meet you." He put out his hand for me to shake. I stick my skinny little arm out and my small hand fits inside his smoothly. He gives me a firm handshake and takes his hand away, as do I.

   "Becca?" Someone behind me questions. I turn around seeing it was my father. He stalks over to where Alexander and I were. "Who’s this?"

  "Dad this is Alexander O’Brown." I explain.

   "The Alexander O’Brown?!" He gets all cheery like a little girl. I get confused. I turn to Alexander.

  "The Alexander O'Brown?" I ask.

   "You don’t know who I am?" He asks, shock clear on his face. "I thought you were just playing around to get my autograph or something, with that story of your dad." I motioned no with my head. "I think you're the only person in this world to not know who I am.." He starts to get flustered.

  "So who are you?" I interrupt.

  "Becca, he owns one of the biggest companies in the world, he’s also a part of a modeling agency." He sounds honored to be in Alexander’s presents. "He works with the judges for models, and he is one. Must be a dream come true, huh?"

  "It can be good at times, but it could be a real pain in my ass." He groans.

"Uh-huh, okay, so dad let’s go?" I’m getting paranoid. Annoyance surrounds me. Alex examines me. Walking around me in a circle looking at me up and down. I try to cover my body as much as I can, even though I have clothes on. He stands in front of me again and suddenly grabs my hips, pulling me towards his, hands moving around my torso. My fathers about to cut in when Alex stops and looks at me straight in the eye.

He smirks saying, "how would you like to be a model?"