Granting one last wish

ABBY

Three years later…

I have to flex my neck a couple of times after hours of review for my finals tomorrow, and I feel drained. I study hard to get good grades and to make my parents proud.

I don’t have to go to college to get a job to pay my bills. I don’t have to work at all. My parents are loaded, and I can have everything I ask for. I can buy whatever I want, travel around the world, dine in the most expensive restaurant, spend summer in a yacht, drink the most expensive wine, and have the most luxurious penthouse in Manhattan or have the fastest car in the world, and date the world sexiest man.

My parents own the biggest hotel chains in the world, King Hotel chains, and Restaurants, and I’m the only heiress. My dad is Michael Aaron King, the best dad every girl can dream of, and Catherine Elizabeth King is the most beautiful woman and the world’s number one mom.

I don’t need an annoying private tutor because I excel academically. Yeah, I’m on my third year in college at Boston State University, two hundred and sixty-six miles away from home, away from my parents, and away from friends.

My life sucks! Just kidding.

I am with my roommate/best friend in an apartment that’s not world-class, but not that bad either. I don’t have a friend. I know it sounds pathetic, but whatever.

I met Andrew three years ago during my therapy. He’s also seeing a doctor who was just another floor down my shrink’s office. We met at the reception, and we clicked right away. I guess we have something in common.

“Hi, um, you’re seeing a doctor here?” he asks me shyly.

“Yeah. For a couple of weeks, you?” I answer and ask back with a little smile. Not all people are good at sharing that they are seeing a therapist, but why should I be ashamed of I if I need one.

“Dr. Peters.” He smiles.

“You?”

“Dr. Wallerman,” I tell in a low voice.

“Hmm. Rich people.” He scrutinizes me from head to toe. Dr. Wallerman is famous for her practice, and I don’t look like I can afford to pay a doctor like her.

“Excuse me?” I ask him when he raises an eyebrow.

“She’s like a celebrity doctor. I’m Andrew, by the way.” He offers his hand for a handshake. I hesitate, but he keeps his hand and waits for me to shake it.

“I’m Ma— I’m Abbygail. Please, call me Abby.” I shake his hand, and then we walk me out of the building.

“Sure, Abby. It suits you. Beautiful name.” He winks at me, which makes me blush. I don’t talk to strangers, and I don’t mingle too when someone gets close to me. The bodyguard Dad’s assigned will automatically shoo them away.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll walk you to your car,” Andrew offers.

I pause and face him. “Actually, I’m walking to a coffee shop.” 

His eyes widen as if he has an idea. “Would you mind if I tag along?

“I don’t mind at all.” 

“Good. Just only been here for a couple of weeks. I’m an ex-military, and you know this PTSD kind of shit. Oh sorry, I swear a lot. Used to in the military. How about you?” he says easily without a single flinch. 

swear a lot? Not

He laughs at

horrific night even to my Doctor. It takes a while, but I feel better that there’s someone who

if you’re not ready. I completely understand. It took a

shrug. “Soon, hopefully. Thanks.”

by after my session. Andrew mentions that he crashes the couch of one of his friends, and he’s still looking for a decent apartment with a decent price

without even telling dad who was so pissed at me after that.

to strangers, and you’re not just breaking my rules, you let a stranger live with you, and a man for God’s sake. I’ll talk to Howard later. How he didn’t report this

lip. Howard is

Dad. Just calm down. And it’s Abby’s dad. You can meet him if you want to and do a background check. He’s a good person, trust me.” I roll my eyes because he’s overreacting again. He

to calm down? You are hundreds of miles away from me and your mom, and you want me to calm down? You’re living with a stranger who could be a

and just give him a

sighs. “Fine I would like to meet him, and if I don’t like

know. Thanks, Dad. I love you!” I grin and

celebrate yet, and don’t thank me yet, young woman, and don’t tell him that I’m coming over.”

I stop. My brows furrow. “And why

to find out.”  He snaps.

someone pats my shoulder. And speaking of the devil.

at the clock for a few minutes already. You didn’t even notice me coming in.

about my exams tomorrow.” I

sure you’ll

dinner? Or would you cook for us tonight?” I follow him,

can cook. He could make something from scratch, and good thing,

our granite countertop. I open our dark brown cabinet that matches the color of our cupboards.

do you mean you got me pizza. How about you? What you’re gonna eat?” I take plates and cutlery for us.

eat pizza is directly from the box. Why bother the plates, Abby? You’re so rich that sometimes you forget to have

me from the fridge. “You still didn’t answer me. Why aren’t you going to have dinner with me? Going out with friends?” I

“Actually, ivadet.”

I stop. My brows crease. “What?”

a date tonight.” He didn’t look at me in

as the words came from his mouth, my

good news.

meet? When did you replace your condom in your drawer? I’m sure they’re expired

have a condom on my nightstand? I’m not getting laid tonight, Abby, and it’s our first date. Jeez, you’re far too excited than

the third date when you’re both attracted, duh!” I roll my

a date just to have sex. Of course, when you’re serious about dating her, you can wait until you

of pizza, and it’s nice to eat directly from the

their life so difficult. 

seven seconds?” I inquire and laugh

one and not just a fling or maybe a one-night stand

that was over a year ago, then he stopped dating all of a

last week. She’s our new client. I happened to be the one who installed the security system in her apartment. She’s

security agency for three years now, but I didn’t meet

Like so tall, blue skin, yellow eyes, with tail, and says I see you,” I mimic

He laughs again and sips his soda. See, he even laughs at my lame joke. We always choose the same movie to watch, even a crappy rom-com—no arguments.