I grasped Nathan's hand tightly as I weaved our way through the Calgary Airport that Sunday. When I told him I had to go home, he insisted to come with me. Partly because he wanted to help me with whatever I was walking into and partly because I think he's genuinely worried I will murder Alex. At this point, I might.
It wasn't as crowded as the last time I was here and it felt strange to be back in the place I once wanted to escape from.
Once we located our suitcases, we made our way outside and I got Nathan and I cab.
The cab driver was fairly old and had glasses perched at the tip of his nose. His beady eyes looked at me through the rearview mirror. "Where to, young lady?"
"Canmore," I sighed, thinking about the fact this was going to be an hour more before I get home.
His eyebrows shot up, probably thinking about all the money he's going to get by the end of this trip. "That's quite a ride, what brings you to the town of Canmore?"
Finally, we made it home. I got out my phone to see the time and quickly remembered that Calgary was two hours behind Toronto. I mentally did the math and realized it was nearly dinner time, no wonder I was so hungry. In Toronto it's nearly eight o'clock.
As if it were on cue, my stomach started to growl as I got my luggage out of the trunk and I rolled my eyes. "Oh, shut up."
Nathan got his out of the trunk as well and he stood back to observe my house.
Much like his, it was big. But instead of it being made mainly out of brick, mine had more of a lodge feel to it, made mainly out of wood. The porch lights were on and I saw Alex in her bedroom window on the very top floor. She saw Nathan and I outside and she waved frantically, wanting us to come in. I rolled my eyes and looked at the numerous stairs we would have to climb to get to the front door, so to make my life easier, I grabbed Nathan's hand and led him to the garage.
"When you said your house was big," he began as he walked behind me. "I didn't expect it to be huge. Why didn't you tell me there were mountains behind your house?"
I laughed at Nathan's excitement but I quickly stopped. It was great to share this place with him, but it wouldn't be mine anymore and that thought alone made me even more angry with Alex for wanting to sell our home. I let out a depressing sigh. "Yeah, you can see them from my bedroom."
"Hey," Nathan stopped walking and placed both hands on my shoulders and made me look into his warm eyes. "Everything will be o-" He paused for a moment and stared over my shoulder. "Is that a Tesla?"
I rolled my eyes and grinned. "Yeah, my family was pretty uh, well off. Grandpa was a judge, grandma was a lawyer, same with dad, and mom was a neurosurgeon. After they all passed away, it was only Alex and I left, so we got everything they owned. Well, each of us got half of everything."
"Wow," Nathan whistled. "Things make a lot more sense now."
I nodded my head and thought for a moment. "Do you want to drive it?"
Nathan just blinked at me and shook his head. "No, no. I don't want to touch your sister's things."
Looking at his genuine dismay, I laughed. So hard, that I actually had to wipe small tears that started to form. "The Tesla is mine."
"Wait what?" He looked at me with such shock, it was amusing.
"The Tesla is mine," I stated again. "Along with the cottage we own just outside of Toronto, half my parents money, half of my grandparents money, and a boat."
Nathan looked completely thrown off guard. I guess that would make sense, he always knew I had money. But I don't think he realized how much. He rubbed his jaw, thinking long and hard. Finally coming to a decision, with a grin he said, "We'll take it out for a spin tomorrow. I'm hungry."
"Sounds good to me, I'm starving," I replied.
We started to walk through the garage once again and finally made it inside the house. Alex stood at the top of the stairs that led up to the main floor. "Well it's about time you lovebirds got in here! I ordered pizza."
I muttered a couple of profanities under my breath. Thank God Nathan was here because I soon as I saw her face, I wanted to strangle her. Nathan could tell I was already disturbed by her existence so he put his hand on the small of my back as we went up the stairs and he whispered in my ear. "Easy there, princess. It's just pizza."
"Pizza ordered by Satan," I mumbled, causing Nathan to chuckle loudly.
An hour later, the doorbell rang. Alex was looking through the movie binder to find something to watch and Nathan was staring at the ceiling, no doubt starving at this point. Instead of getting up, Alex said, "Audrey, can you get that?"
I rolled my eyes and grudgingly stood from our white section couch and made my way to the front door. Without looking up I said, "Hey, how you do-?"
Looking up towards the end of my sentence, I stopped mid sentence and my mouth opened but I soon closed it, unsure as to what to say.
"Audrey!" She squealed, her high auburn ponytail swinging back and forth as she did so. "I have missed you so much! Are you back, like, for good? Noah always said your move was a phase."
I licked my lips and grabbed the pizza. "Was that before or after you started having sex with him?"
Abigail's smile dropped from her face instantly and she paled drastically. "How did you k-"
Nathan must've heard what I said because he came up behind me and placed his hand on my back. "Is everything okay, princess?"
Abigail visibly straightened and her smile was back on her face. "Well, well. Who's this beauty?"
"Oh, fuck off," I snapped. Throwing her a couple of twenties, I continued with a sweet smile. "Tell Noah I said hi."
Without further hesitation, I slammed the door.
Home sweet home.
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