Chapter
Eleven
Drama
A
few streets and one social divide away, Darcy was holed up in the huge double
bedroom of his swanky Bel Air mansion changing channels on his flat screen
television. The butler had the night off. His housekeeper had gone to visit her
sister and the house was virtually silent.
Darcy was bored and lonely.
Neither of his parents was home for the
weekend – as usual. They’d returned from the east coast for the weekend and his
mother was out socializing with the Ladies
Of Bel Air Society and his father was ‘working late’ at the bank’s LA
office which meant he was probably having an affair with his secretary.
It was up to Darcy to field the call from
his fifteen year old sister, Blair, who was being released from her teen rehab
center the next day.
“Hey,” Darcy said. He felt very protective
towards his sister, though it wasn’t cool to admit it. She’d been on his mind
since school started.
“Hey Darcy, where’s mom?” Blair asked
hesitantly.
“Oh, she had to rush out – something urgent
…”
“Oh… ”
“Well, I’ll come up to see you tonight, if
you’re allowed visitors.”
“Well, I’m kind of tired now Darcy, but
thanks for offering.”
Already Blair was beginning to think she
could rely on Darcy better than her own parents.
“I’m kind of happy to be getting out of
here tomorrow. They say I’m fixed… sort of. Ongoing self-esteem issues from the
bullying at an all-girl’s school, that kind of thing.”
Darcy wasn’t sure what to say so he told
her about school.
“It sounds like fun,” Blair said.
“Well, it’s different. There’s this debate
speech I’m supposed to prepare tonight and there is this girl in my class who
is driving me crazy…”
Blair instantly told him that she’d be
fine if he wanted to go do that, then she burst into tears and told him that
she’d really expected mom to be talking with her tonight.
“You know what? I’m coming over,” Darcy
said, “the speech can wait. I’ll help you pack your things and even stay at the
center tonight if I’m allowed, then I can drive you home tomorrow. I think
you’ll feel happier in the new house – we have all your belongings that have
just arrived in a box from Australia.”
Blair stopped crying instantly. Darcy was
a good brother – the best. As for Darcy, he knew preparing some lame debate for
English class would have to take second place to caring for his sister. He was
loyal to his family, he understood his priorities and really wasn’t quite the
uncaring person everyone had mistaken him for.
