Time Can Only Tell.....

Chapter 6

'Arianna POV

            Everything in my life is going so good right now that I'm amazed. I'm doing good in all my classes and so is Tristan so my scholarship isn't in jeopardy. I don't have any drama going on nor do I have to listen to any of it since Monica and Zaire are doing well. These last couple weeks have been great, probably the best time of my life.  IAN WORRIED BOUT NOTHIN! *in French Montana's voice*

That was until today of course, my mother called to remind me that her and "my father" would be coming to town next weekend for a fundraiser gala  that also happens to be giving my him a humanitarian award . And just my luck I have to attend also. I thought once I started college I wouldn't have to attend this stupid ass things, at least that's what happened to my sister Adrianna. But, I am the unlucky sibling. It's like I'm a magnet for bad karma.  It's not that I'm this ungrateful child who doesn't love her parents, it's that I can't stomach all the BS that goes on at these things. Every year my father gets a different award for a different reason or new milestone accomplishment or lifesaving method he's created. I have to smile and cheese like he's the best dad in the world when really behind closed doors. It's a completely different scene. He maybe one of the world's most talented cardio surgeons in the world but being a part of his family is hell. He's never at home with mom and it's not just because he's busy saving lives.  In 20 years of marriage he's managed to have at least 5 different mistresses and even two of them I have children by him. So, he has 4 children instead of just the two with my mother & of course they're boys. Something he always wished for but never could receive because my mother happened to have two little girls instead of boys and with me she had complications causing her obstetrician (OB/GYN) to have to remove one of her ovaries and fallopian tubes. Like I said unlucky me. 

I used to think I was the cause of their horrible marriage but that ship sailed a long ago.  When I was little kid, I used to try and do everything he liked just to make him proud. I played soccer all through elementary and middle school because no team would let me play football his favorite sport, just hoping that one day he would show up at one of my games. I had straight A's through my entire childhood. Not once did he show appreciation for my hard work or even acknowledge it. Even my lifelong dream was become a doctor such like him, but no fucks were given. So, once I started high school I started living for myself and not him. Yeah, I still want to become a doctor a Pediatric Surgeon to be exact, that's not for him though. Actually it's in spite of him. He's one of the main reasons I decided to attend University of Kansas instead of somewhere he had a colleague or friend. Yeah, with my grades you should probably see me at Princeton, Yale or even my father's beloved Harvard. I got scholarships offers from them all and declined, some I think just wanted to say they have Dr. William Taylor's daughter apart of their community. Probably try and sang a couple medical lectures out of him each year. SHAME!  I know I could probably get more out of attending one of the ivy league universities  and using my name as a connect, yet I refuse to let Dr. William Taylor be one of the contributing factors in my career. Don't get me wrong I don't hate my father; I just have strong disdain for him. And they say kids with two parents are better than one. Ha, if only those same people could see behind my household doors. Honestly I don't blame everything on him; my mother is too blame as well. Some nights when me and Adrianna (my sister) where little we could hear her crying herself to sleep after they had a fight. I still to this day wonder why she stays through all his bull shit.

            I know one thing, Adrianna and I vowed to never let any man drag us along in life.  If he shows any of the disrespectful characteristics of our father NO BUENO. You can see yourself to the door, mister. I think she's found her keeper in her fiancée' Eric. They will be getting married in a couple of months.

Right now, me and Monica are in the mall shopping for a dress for her. Zaire and the rest of the football team have to attend this banquet for their coach. Coach Brooks in getting his number retired and his name inducted of the school hall of fame. The university is going all out for him too. Throwback posters and banners of him everywhere across campus, they even have the boys wearing throwbacks of the old jerseys in Saturday's game. I can't believe that 20 years ago Coach Brooks was the big man on campus. He seems so mean and harsh and he's always chewing and spitting tobacco.