Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless by Noire, Kiki Swinson Read Free Book Online

myself that there was probably a perfectly good explanation for what had been done. Maybe my father had changed banks and just hadn’t had the chance to tell me. Maybe he had opened a bigger and even better bank account for his baby girl and was dying to give me access. I forced these thoughts into my head to keep from going crazy on their asses. I didn’t want to believe that he had just left me out there for dead with no money.
    My father was the one who noticed me first. He stood up and placed his champagne glass on the small table that sat between my mother and him. He had a halfhearted smile on his face and he quickly shoved his hands down into his pockets. That was not his typical greeting for me. There would be none of his usual open-armed embraces.
    “Megan. What a nice surprise. Are you all right?” my father asked in a nice, calm voice like it was a regular day and we were seeing each other under regular circumstances. “You want to join us for snacks?” he asked, turning his body slightly to show me the table that had the champagne, orange juice, and homemade tea biscuits and pastries on it.
    His smug tone made a flash of heat come over me. I couldn’t understand why his ass was acting as if he had not done anything. My eyes were squinted into little dashes and I used the back of my hand to wipe my running nose ... another downside to that meth shit. I walked toward my father and finally I opened my mouth. “No! I’m not all right! I didn’t come here to eat your fucking pastries either! What did you do, Daddy? I can’t get any money at the bank! I have nothing! What did you do?” I screeched, and I immediately lost control. There went the tears and wracking sobs. I was devastated by what I figured as his ultimate betrayal.
    “I did what I told you I would do a year ago if you did not straighten up your life. I cannot condone your behavior as of late and I certainly cannot afford it,” he chastised.
    My mother stood up and wrapped her arms around the front of her. She started hugging herself as if she was very cold. She seemed as if this was hurting her when I knew fucking better. It was all a concerned mother act coming from her.
    “So how am I supposed to live, Daddy? How am I supposed to take care of myself? Just like that you leave me with nothing.... I can’t even buy a cup of coffee,” I screamed through tears. Snot and tears covered my face now. I had taken off my shades to reveal eyes that were rimmed with bags.
    “Megan, over the past year you should have thought about all of that. You had more than enough money and chances to buy coffee. Look at you ... You are a mess. I have talked to Dr. Klusky and he gave me some literature about drug abuse. I can see the signs, Megan. Your mother and I think that you need to go to rehab. If you want to get help, I will pay for it and if you complete it we can try to start over. I will be here for you if you agree to get the help that you need. If you refuse the help, not only will you remain financially cut off, you will have to leave this house and the guesthouse. You will not be allowed onto this estate. You need to make a decision now. I will not give you any more time to think about this,” my father said harshly.
    I doubled over and dropped down to my knees. I could not fucking believe my ears. I was overwhelmed with wracking sobs. I was devastated, to say the least. “I don’t need rehab! You and your fucking quack doctor don’t know what you’re talking about,” I screamed angrily.
    “Megan, you will stop using that language in this house. You know your choices,” my father said, flopping back down in his chair. He looked like this was just as painful for him as it was for me.
    I noticed his face softening and took that as my chance to appeal to his softer side. “Please don’t do this, Daddy! I don’t need help. I swear I am not using drugs. I drink every now and then, but I swear to you, I am fine. I promise. Daddy, please don’t