It All Began With Sex In Paris., chapter 5
And that was it that day Billie had cracked me and I was going to leave I had organized to go away to New York to college.
"You're not fucking going," Billie yelled at me from across the table in the kitchen.
I slammed my hand down on the table. "Like hell I'm not. I'm 18 now Billie and I'll be dammed if you are going to hold me back," I yelled equally as loud as he had.
"You're too young and I won't allow it," he said to me, he turned around and went to walk away and there was no way he was having the last say like he always did.
"Stop trying to act like Dad, because you're not him and you never will be half the man he was," I yelled and after those words left my mouth I regretted it.
Billie spun around his eyes where wide open and he was in disbelief at what I had just said, he didn't say a word he just walked out of the kitchen and drove off some where.
I felt so bad at what I had just said to him, why did I use Dad as an example? Oh god Billie will hate me now I just know it maybe it's best if I just leave as soon as possible.
3 weeks later
"Anna are you sure about this?" my mother asked me as she helped me load my things into Tre's dad's book mobile.
I wiped my hand across my forehead to get some of the sweat off it. "I'm sure mum I have to do this I can't stay here anymore," I said, my mother didn't know what I had said to Billie and if she knew that I hold him that he would never come close to our dad she would have slapped me silly.
My mother frowned at me and picked up another box. "Anna tell me what happened, why New York? Why so far away? I just want to know," she asked me.
I shook my head and closed the back of the truck. "It doesn't matter why, I just need to leave mum and please just let me leave," I said to her.
She nodded her head, I was stubborn, I still am, and she knew that I wouldn't change my mind on this and that when I put my mind to something I did it just like Billie, we were so alike that it tore us apart at times.
I said goodbye to my mother and walked back into the house, my plane didn't leave until tomorrow so she would come with me to the airport to do the whole crying mother losing daughter thing that mothers do.
No one was home, they where all at work or doing something so I was alone I was In the lounge watching TV when Billie came home.
He opened the door and threw his things down on the floor making a thud. "Hey, kiddo, can we talk?" he asked me.
I knew he was trying to get me to stay but I just wouldn't. "Is there anything to say?" I asked him but I really didn't want an answer.
He sighed and walked over to the couch and sat down next to me "Look I'm sorry Anna I really am about the whole Lance thing and all those times that I never let you just be a kid, but Anna don't go," he said to me.
The look in his eyes made me second-guess my decision to leave but then I came back as to the reason why I had to go. "I can't stay Billie I have to go," was all I said to him.
He stood up and crossed his arms. "I don't know what you want me to say, I said sorry, I told you I was sorry, what more do you want Anna? After what you said I shouldn't even be apologizing," he said to me.
I took my gaze from the TV and looked him in the eye. "You're sorry I get it, but I know that if I stay here you won't change, and don't tell me you will because we both know you won't," I said before I stood up and went up to my room and I didn't come down until morning.
And that's it I left the next morning for New York and I completed Three years of beauty school, I find it funny how I was such a little punk and I got into beauty but I'm happy the career path I chose, but let me take you back to my first time in Paris, this was when my life changed I met the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with but I'll tell you how he wasn't later on.
Paris
I was walking down this little Ally way trying to find a café or something to get a bite to eat, I had been here for one day and the jetlag had worn off, Paris was so beautiful every where you looked was picture perfect like something on a postcard making you wish you were there, and I finally was here.
Why? Well because Paris was the hub of the world for fashion and makeup and I had gotten out of collage and I was looking for a job and Paris was where I came I had always wanted to go here, I walked into another small Ally and it brought me out to a main street, I looked across the road and there was a beautiful little Café.
I walked in to this place and sat down at a table and waited for someone to take my order I was dying for a good coffee, Mike made the best coffee he was addicted to that stuff.
"Bonjour," said the waiter as he stood in front of my table.
He was tall and very handsome as most of the men here where. "Bonjour," I said back to him. "Je voudrais commander un express," I told him ordering a coffee.
He smiled and nodded his head and walked off towards the front of the café, I looked out to the street this was a nice little place.
And 6 years later I was still coming here I think the waiters here knew my whole life story, they knew me to well now they knew what I liked to eat and what my favorite wine was and everything and I liked that a lot.
But this was the Café where my life changed I had been in Paris for about a year and I was just sitting at my usual table when this tall dark very handsome man came up to me. "Excusez-moi de vous déranger," he said to me as be beg his pardon for disturbing me.
I looked up at him, he had an American accent he wasn't French I could tell but he spoke the language well. "Not a problem," I said.
A smile came to his lips when he heard me talk. "Do you mind if I sit down?" he asked me. I shook my head and he pulled out the seat and sat down with me. "I have seen you here so many times before and I just thought I would come and talk to you," he said to me.
I looked up at him, God was he cute. "Yeah I come here often, it nice and quite," I said and watched as he brought his coffee up to his lips and took a sip, I wished I was that coffee.
"So why are you in Paris, you're not French," he said with a chuckle.
I laughed. "No I'm not but I have lived here for about a year I own a business here but I am originally from America California to narrow it down," I said to him I watched his eyes twinkle.
He nodded his head. "I know this might sound a little forward and all but I was wondering if you would like to come out with me sometime?" he asked.
I could tell he was nervous. "Sure I would like that," I said and I was being truthful not just saying it.
He smiled. "Really?" he asked as if he hadn't believed me.
I nodded my head and chuckled. "Yeah I'd like that a lot," I told him.
And that was how I met Mark. Yep Mark, you have no idea who he is right now but in good time you will.
"You're not fucking going," Billie yelled at me from across the table in the kitchen.
I slammed my hand down on the table. "Like hell I'm not. I'm 18 now Billie and I'll be dammed if you are going to hold me back," I yelled equally as loud as he had.
"You're too young and I won't allow it," he said to me, he turned around and went to walk away and there was no way he was having the last say like he always did.
"Stop trying to act like Dad, because you're not him and you never will be half the man he was," I yelled and after those words left my mouth I regretted it.
Billie spun around his eyes where wide open and he was in disbelief at what I had just said, he didn't say a word he just walked out of the kitchen and drove off some where.
I felt so bad at what I had just said to him, why did I use Dad as an example? Oh god Billie will hate me now I just know it maybe it's best if I just leave as soon as possible.
3 weeks later
"Anna are you sure about this?" my mother asked me as she helped me load my things into Tre's dad's book mobile.
I wiped my hand across my forehead to get some of the sweat off it. "I'm sure mum I have to do this I can't stay here anymore," I said, my mother didn't know what I had said to Billie and if she knew that I hold him that he would never come close to our dad she would have slapped me silly.
My mother frowned at me and picked up another box. "Anna tell me what happened, why New York? Why so far away? I just want to know," she asked me.
I shook my head and closed the back of the truck. "It doesn't matter why, I just need to leave mum and please just let me leave," I said to her.
She nodded her head, I was stubborn, I still am, and she knew that I wouldn't change my mind on this and that when I put my mind to something I did it just like Billie, we were so alike that it tore us apart at times.
I said goodbye to my mother and walked back into the house, my plane didn't leave until tomorrow so she would come with me to the airport to do the whole crying mother losing daughter thing that mothers do.
No one was home, they where all at work or doing something so I was alone I was In the lounge watching TV when Billie came home.
He opened the door and threw his things down on the floor making a thud. "Hey, kiddo, can we talk?" he asked me.
I knew he was trying to get me to stay but I just wouldn't. "Is there anything to say?" I asked him but I really didn't want an answer.
He sighed and walked over to the couch and sat down next to me "Look I'm sorry Anna I really am about the whole Lance thing and all those times that I never let you just be a kid, but Anna don't go," he said to me.
The look in his eyes made me second-guess my decision to leave but then I came back as to the reason why I had to go. "I can't stay Billie I have to go," was all I said to him.
He stood up and crossed his arms. "I don't know what you want me to say, I said sorry, I told you I was sorry, what more do you want Anna? After what you said I shouldn't even be apologizing," he said to me.
I took my gaze from the TV and looked him in the eye. "You're sorry I get it, but I know that if I stay here you won't change, and don't tell me you will because we both know you won't," I said before I stood up and went up to my room and I didn't come down until morning.
And that's it I left the next morning for New York and I completed Three years of beauty school, I find it funny how I was such a little punk and I got into beauty but I'm happy the career path I chose, but let me take you back to my first time in Paris, this was when my life changed I met the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with but I'll tell you how he wasn't later on.
Paris
I was walking down this little Ally way trying to find a café or something to get a bite to eat, I had been here for one day and the jetlag had worn off, Paris was so beautiful every where you looked was picture perfect like something on a postcard making you wish you were there, and I finally was here.
Why? Well because Paris was the hub of the world for fashion and makeup and I had gotten out of collage and I was looking for a job and Paris was where I came I had always wanted to go here, I walked into another small Ally and it brought me out to a main street, I looked across the road and there was a beautiful little Café.
I walked in to this place and sat down at a table and waited for someone to take my order I was dying for a good coffee, Mike made the best coffee he was addicted to that stuff.
"Bonjour," said the waiter as he stood in front of my table.
He was tall and very handsome as most of the men here where. "Bonjour," I said back to him. "Je voudrais commander un express," I told him ordering a coffee.
He smiled and nodded his head and walked off towards the front of the café, I looked out to the street this was a nice little place.
And 6 years later I was still coming here I think the waiters here knew my whole life story, they knew me to well now they knew what I liked to eat and what my favorite wine was and everything and I liked that a lot.
But this was the Café where my life changed I had been in Paris for about a year and I was just sitting at my usual table when this tall dark very handsome man came up to me. "Excusez-moi de vous déranger," he said to me as be beg his pardon for disturbing me.
I looked up at him, he had an American accent he wasn't French I could tell but he spoke the language well. "Not a problem," I said.
A smile came to his lips when he heard me talk. "Do you mind if I sit down?" he asked me. I shook my head and he pulled out the seat and sat down with me. "I have seen you here so many times before and I just thought I would come and talk to you," he said to me.
I looked up at him, God was he cute. "Yeah I come here often, it nice and quite," I said and watched as he brought his coffee up to his lips and took a sip, I wished I was that coffee.
"So why are you in Paris, you're not French," he said with a chuckle.
I laughed. "No I'm not but I have lived here for about a year I own a business here but I am originally from America California to narrow it down," I said to him I watched his eyes twinkle.
He nodded his head. "I know this might sound a little forward and all but I was wondering if you would like to come out with me sometime?" he asked.
I could tell he was nervous. "Sure I would like that," I said and I was being truthful not just saying it.
He smiled. "Really?" he asked as if he hadn't believed me.
I nodded my head and chuckled. "Yeah I'd like that a lot," I told him.
And that was how I met Mark. Yep Mark, you have no idea who he is right now but in good time you will.
