As soon as I saw them I plastered a fake smile on my face

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As soon as I saw them I plastered a fake smile on my face.

"Dad! Angela! What are you guys doing here?"

"Hollywood, is that really the way to greet your family after you haven't seen them in 4 months?" my dad asked. "Let's go talk in your dressing room, shall we?"

When we made it to my dressing room I turned towards both of them, hands on my hips, and demanded "What?"

"Oh, Holly. I I can't believe you forgot it was your amazing mothers birthday today," my dad admonished.

"You mean stepmother," I muttered under my breath. Both chose to ignore me.

"You know," Angela began. "You've always been my favorite step daughter and-"

I cut her off. "I'm your only stepdaughter, Angela."

Again, she pretended I hadn't even spoken. "And I'm sure you have a wonderful birthday gift for me."

"Why should I get you anything? You've never done anything for me during my life, you've never even been around for me to talk to," I replied, my voice shaking. It was true, my dad and Angela were never around. They were always traveling around the world, probably wanting to get away from me. It's not like either of them would have made good parents anyway, they were both completely clueless, so I was fine with it.

"Hollywood Marie Gaynor," my father began. "She gave you the gift of motherhood, isn't that enough? She's always there when you need her, the least you could do was get her a birthday gift."

"Whatever," I mumbled under my breath. See what I mean about the clueless part?

"Watch it young lady," my dad stared at me with hatred in his eyes. "I'm going to go have a talk with Addie about your behavior, and when I'm gone you better think of a damn good gift for your mother."

My dad went off in search of my personal assistant, leaving me standing there alone with Angela.

"Alright kid, listen to me and listen well," Angela spat as soon as my dad was out of hearing distance. "You will get me something nice and expensive for my birthday, or else."

"Or else what?" I asked, refusing to let her intimidate me. She stood there unwavering until I finally reached into my purse and pulled out my checkbook. "How much?"

"We want to take a year long cruise," she began. "I think about 50,000 should cover it?"

"Fine," I sighed, writing the check and handing it over. It's not like I was happy about wasting my money on them but the longer they were gone, the better for me.

She looked up at me and glared. "If it's not enough, you will give us more."

I glared back, and we stood there in silence, until it was interrupted by Angela squealing "Baby!" I looked up and noticed my dad had walked up, Addie trailing behind him.

"Look what Hollywood got us for my birthday," Angela continued.

My father studied the check. "Well that's wonderful Angie," he said with false happiness in his voice. "But what are you going to do about clothes for our trip? You can't go on such a high class cruise wearing that ratty old thing," he said, motioning to Angela's almost new 4000 Dolce and Gabbana mini dress and shooting a pointed look at me.

"Oh, you're right," I muttered under my breath. "I'm so sorry, can you ever forgive me for being so selfish?" Addie looked at me sympathetically as I wrote out another 50,000 check for my father and Angela. I handed it over and smiled fakely. "So there you guys go! That should just about cover you."

"Thanks so much sweetie," Angela exclaimed in her extremely high pitched voice. She attempted to grab me into a hug as a fake show of affection, but pulled away as I stiffened.

"Well, It's about time you learned how to share your money with your family Hollywood," my dad said gruffly, patting me hard on the shoulder. "You take good care of her," he said to Addie.

She nodded, and as soon as they had left she turned to me. "Hol, I'm so sorry about them! You don't deserve the way they treat you." After about 10 years together, she was more like an older sister than a personal assistant.

"Hey, no big deal," I replied with a wave of my hand. "I'm used to it by now." That was a lie. For some reason it bothered me a lot more than usual today. I couldn't try to explain to Addie though, because she wouldn't understand. I didn't even understand, I hadn't had a normal family for almost 5 years. I should have been used to it. And normally I was, but for some reason today I was upset.

"Are you sure you're alright though? Do you want to talk?" she asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"I told you I was fine Addie," I forced myself to laugh. "What's the big deal, they're always like this."

She stared at me with sadness in her eyes, and pointed to something behind me. I turned around and my eyes fell on a calendar. Then my heart dropped. It was April 17, 2007. Now I knew why it bothered me so much.