“No, she never did. She was one of those independent woman types, and she was always working. Even as a kid, she would let me run amuck,” I said.
“That might explain why you are the way that you are Jules,” he pointed out.
I laughed at his words.
“Nah, I just also don’t really care about what others think of me. It’s why I’ve survived here for so long,” I said.
“Yeah well, I wonder how different everything would be if I actually raised you like how I wanted to,” he said.
I did wonder this. My dad told me a little more about his past. He didn’t know what happened to me, other than I existed. I remembered the last time he talked to me.
“Remember when we contacted each other that one time about five years ago? You wanted me to come out here but I said I didn’t want to, it’s where all the rich yuppies were?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, I remember that. that was probably your mom telling you that. she hated it out here. I told her that I would even pay for everything if she did. But she always wanted to sing. I admired that about her. Maybe that’s why I hooked up with her when I did. I was fascinated by the way she acted, by the way she loved, and I mean…sometimes I wonder if I did make the right decision never following up with her after what happened,” he said.
“I don’t know, but I like hearing about this side of her. This side she refuses to tell me. She’s too busy trying to be a star to let her daughter know about any of this,” I replied.
It was pretty interesting learning about that. However, every time we met; he would ask me if I knew about Alice. I tried to call her a lot, and every time I did, it would go to a busy line, or straight to voicemail.
“Have you been able to contact her?” my dad asked.
“Nope. It’s like she had a SIM card just to tell me to go with you, but then, after everything was said and done, she had no desire to actually raise her kid.”
It pissed me off in all honesty. I wish that she would just be honest about what she was doing. I started to feel the frustration boil within me.
Finally, I resorted to email. I knew she answered all of her emails because most of them were work-related. That’s how talent contacted her. After a day, when I got home after another day of torment from these girls, I opened up my computer, checked my email, and noticed there was one from Alice.
When I read it though, frustration began to erupt within me.
Hey Jules.
I’m sorry I never got your messages till now. email is the best way to contact me. For now, I’m going to be busy with this new guy. His name is François and he is TO DIE FOR. I feel like this is really love, and he’s got a lot of money. If we get married, I’ll contact you right away, and you can come to live in Europe with me.
Keep your chin up, and hopefully I’ll be back in the states soon with my new boyfriend~
Mom
I gripped the desk, frustration building within me. I couldn’t believe this woman! She is supposed to be raising a kid, yet here she is joyriding all over Europe with some rich new guy. All of this, while I was here getting bullied by every fucking popular kid in school.
I felt like telling my dad, but it would just seal my fate that I was meant to be here. I didn’t want to stay here though. I wanted to leave. I started to look through my phone, seeing that Magdalena contacted me once again.
Hey, so any chance you’re coming back soon? We have a really sweet place in Vegas, and if you want to head back, we’ll take care of you. Plus, we have a bunch of new guys that are looking for sweet, hot asses like you.
We’d been chatting back and forth, and I knew she was trying to convince me to run the fuck away and go back to my previous life. Where would I stay though? I mean, maybe Magdalena had a place for me.
The other girls didn’t. I contacted them, asking them if they could help me out, and ten they’d ghost me. Magdalena was the only one who kept talking to me, who said that she could get me some gigs. Today though, I read the message, and I immediately thought twice about this.
It was a message about another guy who wanted to pay me for some content. I read it over, thinking twice about what I should do here.
“Hey Jules. It’s me. Listen, you should come back at this point. There’s a guy who will pay a ton of money for a 15-minute video. If you know what I mean of course ;).”
I read it over. The money was tempting. If I did go back to Vegas, I could just continue escorting out there, and having fun with random guys. But how would I even get down there again? I wondered this, and then sighed. I fell down onto my bed, thinking about the way life was going.
This wasn’t how I wanted it to be, and I started to feel like it would only progressively get worse from there. Thankfully, there weren’t any dead rats or anything to deal with for once, but there was the frustration of well…life right now which was eating away at me.
The next day, I had dinner with my dad again. I wondered if I should tell him about Alice. But, when we sat down, he looked at me with a serious glance.
“I found out where your mom is,” he said.
“You messaged her too then?”
“Well,
