Chapter Ten

The time was 2:45, but it had felt like we were only talking for mere minutes. Beth had decided that she wanted to enjoy something hard, and Vodka happened to be the first drink she spotted in the cabinet. I took a sip of the over bearing drink and decided that I wouldn't have anymore enter my body, no matter how much Beth insisted.

"C'mon, Les! Just one more drink." She pleaded. She was obviously entering the beginning stages of intoxication, for she could barely keep her balance sitting down. Paul downed a small glass of Vodka with one tip like a pro. Sure, he did cough a few times when he successfully swallowed the drink, but he managed to keep it down. He reached for the bottle and poured himself another glass, spilling the Vodka all over the table.

"Le-les. Just live 'little. Just one drink." Paul gurgled. He paused after every word to gather the right ones to say.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed an old rag from under the sink, then threw it at Paul's face.

"Clean this mess, guys. I have to finish packing."

"Alright, Les." Beth was delirious. She had a fit of the giggles from the old rag hitting Paul's face.

I thought I couldn't handle my liquor.

I walked into my room and sighed. Beth's laughs were more amplified than before but I tried my best to tune them out as I searched for my laptop. I groped under my bed until I felt the cold steel underneath my fingertips.

"Got'cha." I whispered. I pulled my mac-book out, which was still in the case. I had a habit of putting it into the case before I left every morning. I went to the outlet, pulled out the charger, then stuffed my laptop and charger into the carry on bag. After zipping it up, I realized one thing was missing.

My stress ball.

Unfortunately, I suffer from anger issues, as you couldn't already guess, so my stress ball really helps me out. I wish I would have had it earlier today. Maybe the situation would have gone a little better.

Thinking about today's chaos reminded me of one more thing. I went into my night stand and pulled out a smaller stress ball and held on to it.

A little gift for Sebastian when I see him on the plane later today.

The next hour was surprisingly uneventful. I changed clothes and inserted Dr. Shol's into my heels so I wouldn't be limping in pain the rest of the day. Beth and Paul were completely wasted, which I found hard to process, since I was the one leaving, not them two. As they laid passed out on the couch, I went into their bags and grabbed their car keys. Under the couch was the best place I could possibly hide them in our small apartment, so I stuffed both of their keys underneath and covered the gap with a cardigan lying on the floor.

Someone began knocking on the door. I figured it was my time to be picked up for my spontaneous trip to the country. When I opened the door, Edward and an older, more welcoming woman stood next to him, holding my purse. Strangely, she looked familiar to me.

"Are you ready, dear?" She asked. I looked back at Beth and Paul. Beth's head rested on top of Paul's shoulder, and Paul's head was thrown back on the couch, his mouth wide open.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I said, laughing silently.

These two idiots happened to be my best friends.

Edward hauled the duffel bag over his shoulder, and I carried my carry on while the older woman rolled my suitcase. Before I followed, I set Sebastian's gift in my purse. I pulled out my phone to find 90 new emails, 43 missed calls and 33 text messages waiting for me.

How welcoming.

A text from Darcy came in as I turned my phone on, which read, "Don't worry about anything, Miss King. Me, Harry and Trina have everything covered. You have your hands full already - D." I smiled, relieved at how reliable Darcy was. I would have to check in on her every few hours, but I was confident that I would call in to find everything alright, at least.

We made our descent into the garage of my apartment. How they were able to get that SUV in here was beyond me, and I was too preoccupied to ask anyway.

I was tempted to check TMZ.com to see how badly the news about me and Sebastian was buzzing. I knew this shit was website cover worthy, which prompted me more to check. I took a breath and moved my thumb away from the Safari icon.

"Darcy will handle it, I'm sure." I told myself.

Eric waited by the trunk of the SUV, with his hands crossed in front of him. His dark shades prevented me from seeing his emotion, even though I knew he held none.

"Hey, Eric. You're looking happy today." I said, smiling.

"Funny. Open the trunk." He nodded towards the driver, who reached down to pull the lever that

opened the trunk from the inside. Once the top popped open Edward threw my duffel bag inside. I almost threw my carry on inside before noticing that four more bags were sitting at the bottom.

"Wait, who's here?" I asked.

"Um, Mr. Frazier and Ms. Gonzalez." Edward answered.

I looked at him, confused.

"Sarah and Lucas, Sebastian's 'assistants' who will be accompanying hi-both of you on the trip as well."

"Oh." I replied. I could care less, I still looked at them as his lackeys who only got paid to sit there and lie to magazine representatives. I set my carry on inside carefully and walked to the side of the car, watching the old woman, who's name I didn't catch yet, put my suit case into the side of the trunk. As Edward closed the trunk, I used this opportunity to ask her what her name was.

"Um, excuse me, I never caught your name."

"Fiona, dear." She said.

What the hell?

I knew she looked familiar. This woman was Sebastian's mom! What was she doing here, making us think she was hired by Garret to help me?

"Fiona? Garret's ex wife?" She held a finger to my lips.

"These folks don't recognize who I am!" She laughed. "The haircut threw them off. I took a flight out here a week ago, and paid the original girl who was supposed to be here to scat off."

"But...I don't underst-" Edward came to where we were standing and I stopped talking. He opened the door to the very back of the car. The only person sitting there was Sarah, who was engrossed with something on her cell phone...as always. I climbed in the back and sat in the middle, with Fiona sitting right next to me. This close to her, I could see how beautiful she was, which was no surprise. Isabella favored her mom enormously. Fiona basically looked like a smaller version of Isabella. They even had the same hair cut, with Fiona's hair color having a gray tint.

Fiona looked more attractive than me and there was a forty year age gap between us.

Sarah did a double take once I sat down.

"Oh, look. Sebastian's whore." She whispered.

I replied to her snide comment as I snapped on my seat belt.

"What's the matter? Don't like someone taking your place?"

She rolled her eyes and resumed typing. I already knew we were going to have problems. Big problems.

I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Beth and Paul, telling them I was picked up and that I would see them in three months. They wouldn't read it anytime soon, though.

When everyone was in the car, the driver put the car in reverse and backed out of the garage. Eric, who sat in the front, grabbed a clicker from the glove compartment and pressed it. The gate opened, letting us out into the sunny L.A. Street.

"I was so excited to meet you, I couldn't wait." Fiona whispered to me, as we drove down towards LAX. "I heard what was going on with Sebastian and how it was his time, so I wanted to be here when he gave his little speech to the press, but Garret decided he wasn't ready, so he called me asking if he could stay with me. Of course I would invite him in, he's my son. I haven't seen him since he was 18, though. Once he got access to the cash he made a bee line to L.A." Her enthusiastic tone faded, turning into a saddened one. She sighed. "Anyway, little did Garret know, I was in L.A. when he called, so I agreed. I just had to make it back before he found out and threw a fit."

The car grew quiet with the faint sound of the radio playing country music. Fiona stopped talking, waiting for someone to start a conversation. Lucas teased Eric about being a huge Taylor Swift fan, which caught the attention of Edward and Sarah. Once the car grew loud again, Fiona began talking again.

"I called my daughters and sons, asking them if they could stay at the manor for a couple of months. You know, to try and humble my little bassy-poo."

I snorted, failing at containing my laughter.

"I'm sorry, that..that was-"

"Don't worry about it. I love using that name on him to piss him off. Now you've got a little leverage." She winked at me, and we both laughed. I liked Fiona, she was the complete opposite of what I imagined her to be: some money hungry bitch who ran away with some 20 year old Italian guy named Mario who had killer abs and could cook some amazing fettuccine Alfredo. But, no. She wasn't what Garret painted her out to be at all. She was the kindest of the Harrison's so far.

"So Elizabeth and Isabella are out there now. William and Patrick had to fly out to Mississippi for a friends birthday party, but should be back either tonight or tomorrow morning." My heart stopped when I heard William's name. The extremely attractive Harrison brother.

"So, what do Patrick and William do for a living?" I asked.

"Patrick is a lawyer, has his own firm. He loves it, but thinks it's too much work and too stressful sometimes, which is why he's happy that he's taking a few months off. William, I don't know about that boy." She giggled to herself. "He got a share of some money when he turned 18, but instead of spending it on bullshit like his little brother, he traveled the world. I can't even name how many countries he has been to. He goes and, and you know helps out with charities, explores places and such. Hasn't put his college degree in good use, just goes on adventures and stuff. He was always my adventurous child; could never keep track of him." I smiled at the thought of a tiny William building forts and wrestling with his little brothers in a gigantic manor in Tennessee.

We pulled up to a gate once we reached the airport. A guard in a yellow vest stood at the gate, and checked the card Eric showed him. The guard nodded towards the gate keeper once he saw the card was legit. The gatekeeper let us in, and we drove down an empty landing strip, abandoned even, to a giant warehouse, with a small private jet inside. Once we pulled inside the ware house, Eric hopped out and opened the door for us to get out.

"Yvette, get Miss King's things, now." Eric ordered. Fiona nodded, slowly stepping out of the car. She winked at me before heading to the trunk.

Sebastian was there, talking to the pilot. He had his shades on, and switched his business attire to a button up shirt and black jeans, with black and white converse to match.

Even though I near hated his guts, he looked damn good in casual attire.

They both leaned against a black limo laughing loudly. The pilot, Mr. Flemmings was middle aged, and looked as if he never took anything seriously. The second pilot came from inside the plane and stood outside, staring at the Airplane Mechanics checking if everything was perfect in order for the plane to fly.

He, unlike Pilot Flemmings, was not a happy looking guy.

Fiona grabbed my suitcase from the trunk, but I lifted it from her hands.

"I've got it." I said. I reached for my carry on and swung it over my shoulder. Edward and Eric carried Sarah and Lucas' bags to the plane, while a flight attendant came by and picked up my duffel bag.

Fiona stopped walking when she saw Sebastian. Her face lit up, and a smile stretched to both corners of her face.

"Bassy-poo!" She yelled.

Sebastian stopped his conversation with Pilot Flemmings and looked up in horror.

Eric came out of the plane and marched over towards Fiona. "Yvette, you should not be-"

"Mom? What the hell?!" Sebastian exclaimed.

I power walked towards the plane, not wanting to see what would unfold. Then again, when I put my stuff up above in the cabinets , I looked out the window, anxious to see how Sebastian would react towards his own mommy in town.