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𝙄𝙄. AND WHAT OF MY WRATH?
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NEW YORK, 1990s
NEW YORK WAS my new start.
It was exciting, strange and alien. It was a creature of large bodies in the form of skyscrapers, large avenue-veins that embodied a bloodstream of traffic and people. It's energy was vibrant, alive and it took my breath away from the first glance.
It was my chance to shed my small-town skin, to try and widen my horizons. It was my chance to enrol in a college I loved, study for a surgical placement and kick start my career-- it was the spark to my fuse.
Addison took me straight from the airport, dragging me into the back of a taxi cab, all while going on and on about how excited she was that I was moving to the Big Apple. Between her ecstatic smile and the taxi driver begrudgingly shoving my plethora of suitcases into his trunk, I managed to catch my breath from the flight (I'd always hated flying, didn't settle well with my stomach).
The city was busy but about as busy as I'd expected. My sister, Addison, had taken it upon herself to tell me exactly what to expect: large skyscrapers, packed streets, scalding summers and cruel winters. But in the first hour of being in New York, New York, I saw a city that was my new home.
"I'm so happy that you're going to be staying with me," Outside of Addison's apartment block, I hauled my luggage across the baked curb. I watched as Addison paid the taxi driver and turned to me with a bright twinkle in her eye. "It's going to be like the old days... I've missed you so much!--"
I was the third Montgomery child to descend on the city, it appeared that outgrowing our small Connecticut hometown was part of our inherited genes. My brother, Archer lived on the other side of Manhattan and was in the process of setting up a private clinic, one that I would be volunteering at for work experience and helping him organise. He was unable to meet me off of my flight but greeted me later in the evening, once all of my belongings were shoved to the back of Addie's guest room and the first bottle of wine had been opened.
It was then, as we all bonded over the takeout Chinese food and the overly-expensive (both of my siblings had insufferably expensive tastes) alcohol, that the doorbell rang and Addison turned to me, slightly flustered.
"Oh god! I almost forgot..." Addison jumped to her feet, visibly fretting as she ran a hand through her hair. "Beth- there's someone I want you to meet..."
Over her shoulder, Archer rolled his eyes, finishing his glass as I barely touched mine, cradling it in my fingers. Abruptly, Addison grabbed my hand, hauling me to my feet and dragging me towards the door. Quickly, I threw a glance over my shoulder, back towards my brother, who was smirking at my miffed expression. Addison ground to a halt beside the door, checking her hair in the mirror and turned to me with a grin; all before throwing open the door...
