Emma's POV
And like a slave, I was bundled out of what had been my home for all the eighteen years of my life.
I felt sad and broken, I was low-key glad that I would never see Kevin anymore, but there was no proper closure and I could imagine how various videos would have him staring like a fool while trying to apologize.
Back to me, well, life wasn't looking promising.
It was a three hour drive to Mark's house in County City.
It was beautiful , and I'm sure I would have appreciated it more if I was in a good mood.
We left our home sometime in the evening, and got to Mark's house two hours to midnight.
It was nice seeing the ladies half naked and going clubbing. Shirtless hot men driving convertibles like it was a normal thing.
"Hey kiddo." Mark broke the silence in the car. "You alright back there?" He asked, referring to me.
"No. Not really." I replied to him.
"I get that." He replied.
My mom was silent all through, save for sighs at irregular intervals.
"It's never easy love. I remember when I moved up here myself. I was a scared young man." He said, giving a little laugh at the end.
He might have been scared, but he sure had the recipe for success. Mark was a big man with various properties and businesses across the country.
"Well it seems you found your footing real quick." I replied to him as we got done and unpacked.
His trailer was coming with the rest of our stuff, the furniture and all the other big stuff were sold off.
"I'm sorry I had to drag you here under these circumstances, but I want you to understand that it was absolutely necessary." He apologized.
Mark was such a sweet guy and he was earning my trust and respect fast.
I hugged him impulsively. I needed a shoulder to cry on, so did my mom, so she wasn't an option.
"I'm sorry I stained your shirt." I apologized clumsily after shamelessly wetting his clothes with tears and other stuff I'm not too proud of.
"It's alright. I've had your rooms ready since the day your mom said 'Yes', now come on in." It's the first time he addressed my mom since we left.
She was more shaken than either of us. I, of course, didn't expect Mark to be. If anything, he was supposed to be mad.
I knew having to face the police for questioning regarding Mike would break my mom. She was going to break their relationship off in the afternoon, but he died two hours too soon.
"Come on." I chided my mom to hold herself together before Mark changed his mind and sent us both away.
Mark's home looked more like a palace.
The two storey building had about three living rooms, multiple baths and toilets, an on house cinema, an indoor and outdoor pool, a home gym, an elaborate modern kitchen and so many other things.
It blew my head to think that he made all that money off trading in less than thirty years.
Either way, I was super excited about that phase of my new life.
When Mark said he had a room for me, he was badly underestimating. It was a whole freaking suite.
I knew to stay in while he and my mom sorted out their shit.
It was going to be messy, but since he allowed us in, it definitely meant he wanted us in his life, and for that I was grateful.
He rescued me from all my demons, there was nothing better than that.
The next ish was going to be resettling in a new school, just one year to the end of high school.
Girls in the city were definitely going to be quite bitchy, and I was not ready for that.
Mark promised to help me settle in as fast as possible, and to him, that meant going to school the next day.
It was midnight already and I badly needed sleep. The night wasn't so bad, but it wasn't so good either,
Mark was up and ready so early in the morning, I doubted I could keep up with that sort of schedule.
"Good morning." I greeted him as I sat at the table that was already set with breakfast for four.
"Hi, Emma." He greeted me with a smile on his face. "How was your first night in the city?" He asked.
"It was alright." I couldn't go into details. Not only would time have been a barrier, but I also didn't feel we were that close yet, and he really did look like he was in a rush.
"That's great." He replied, leaving me wondering when 'alright' became great. "We leave now." He said, throwing the last piece of the toast in his mouth.
"But I just got here." I protested. I wasn't in any hurry to meet my new schoolmates.
"We don't have time." He said. I did not want to appear ungrateful, so I took what could fit in my mouth and left the rest of my uneaten food at the table.
"Who was the fourth person?" I dared to ask. I know my mom was supposed to be there, but she must've been down from the previous day. One minute she was a working single mom in some town, the next, she's the jobless housewife of a rich businessman who's fling just died.
I never knew Mike so I felt no guilt, it was just that one phone call, and I did it to protect my mom's interests.
"Can I say goodbye to mom before we leave?" I begged Mark.
"Alright. I'll give you two minutes to do that, "he replied. That was barely ever enough time to run from the garage back to the house and up the flight of stairs which led to the top floor where most of the bedrooms were.
"Dang it." I said after walking in on the butler and maid going hard at it in the library. I closed my eyes and apologized, walking away briskly to continue my search for my mom's bedroom. I threw doors open like I had not been an occupant for barely just a few hours.
"I'm so sorry." I said. I saw a second couple making out in one of the bedrooms. I could not catch all the guy's features, but I saw his honey coloured hair, and the lady's bare bottom.
"Who's she?" I heard him ask her interrogatively as soon as I closed the door.
"Who the fuck was he too anyway?" I couldn't care.
It was long past two minutes, and I was so sure that Mark would've been pissing mad at me for spending such a long time trying to locate their bedroom. Apparently, he suggested they share a bedroom. Which I found cute.
I was happy for my mom, and cracked a dirty joke or two before leaving her with her puffy face, hidden under the white puffy sheets. She was in safe hands.
As I walked past the room where honey coloured hair and the maid were going hard at it, I wondered if they all waited for Mark to step out so they could organize an orgy.
How funny of him to ask who I was…