Chapter 9 Going Home

Ava Pov

I cried for over an hour. How could Samuel lie so effortlessly to me? Everything that he said to me was fabrication to keep me here as his little play thing. I need to brush myself off and be who I am, and stop pretending who I am not. Enough of this self-pity, I am Avalette Chelette.

So, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I thought I would never call again. It rang once, twice, and then click, "Papa."

Albertra Chelette (Ava's Papa) Pov

When I saw my caller ID, displayed Avalette's number my heart skipped a beat. I have only dreamt these past four years of the day Avalette will call me, and today is the day. I am thrilled to death, it is my little princess. She must have received those documents that I sent to her this afternoon.

I knew she would take those documents to Mr. Watson, after all, we do go way back. I knew that boy was a little shit, Samuel Wizton, was fucking deceiving Avalette. I personally, wanted to fucking kill the little bastard, but my second in command, Marco's reminded me that if I killed Samuel. Avalette, would never forgive me and I would lose her forever. God, Marco's would have been right.

I quickly answered the phone, "hello, my little princess," I am trying to say it in a comforting tone. I knew she was hurting. Avalette, in a broken, trembling voice, asked me, "papa, can I come home?"

It broke my heart, how could she sound this broken? I told her, "Avalette, I will send a car to pick you up." "The boys will be there in about a half an hour."

God, I wanted to shoot something or someone. How could Samuel do this much damage to Avalette?

Then Avalette asked me, "your are in town?" How could I tell her, I have been here for the past four years. Watching over her, protecting her from afar the best I could. I did not want to lie to her, but the truth may drive her away. So, I said, "yes, for business." In a small, soft, broken tone, "Ok, I will be ready, I love you, Papa." Oh, my Avalette, "I love you too."

After, I hung up with my sweet princess, Avalette. I called my second in command, Marco's into my office. This man is the only one I would entrust to pick up this special cargo. Marco's looks tough, mean to the core he is, but when it comes to Avalette. His gentle, compassionate, side comes out.

I looked at Marco's dead in the eyes and said, "it is time, the princess is coming home." "Have the boys ready in five." I wanted to make sure Avalette was picked up as soon as possible. She is heartbroken and needs all the support of her family.

Marco's smiled, and said, "yes, boss, we will arrive at that shitty apartment in half an hour if not sooner."

Ava Pov

I was so scared to call papa. I think I was afraid he would have rejected me and leave me out in the cold. Just like I did to him and the family. I was dead wrong, I could feel the love flowing through the phone line, as papa spoke to me. I missed that warmth and caring that would surround me on a daily basis by my family.

I didn't realize how much it was, until it was gone. I thought the love Samuel and I shared, would fill that void that I felt all these years. It turns out, Samuel never truly loved me, or cared for me. The warmth we shared, was just superficial.

I take a deep breath, I get up, get my suitcase out of the damp closet and I started packing. I am only taking the important stuff, the rest will end up in the dumpster out back.

I took the wedding photo that is above our bed of Samuel and I, which turned out to be a lie. I shredded the wedding photo into a million pieces. Then, I set the pieces on fire. As I watched the photo burn into ash, all hope of being with Samuel again, burnt with that photo.

As I look around this run-down, one bedroom apartment. I am looking for anything that can tie me to this place or to Samuel. I find nothing. Good, I have erased myself from here.

I hear a rumbling sound coming from outside of the apartment. Has it already been a half an hour? I looked out the window and I see three black Cadillac Escalades all in a line. They are here. I grab my suit case and walked out of the apartment, with my head held high, my back straight, for the very last time.