2 months later
LONDON
It's been nine months since I left New York. Well actually not just left it but died. Sebastian Valmont is officially dead. Yes it was rather dramatic of me to fake my own death but I've always had an air for the theatrics. I needed an out from all of what New York was. And I needed fast. I had savings. And after my mom died she left me a more than generous amount will. With all of that I had my perfect escape. I left for London as Richard Throne, Richard being my middle name and Thorne being my maiden name.
Turns out faking your death is pretty simple when you have money. That was until of course my father found out. I guess I didn't cover all my areas well enough. Even though I'm 18 my dad somehow was still attached to my mom's will and realized someone had made a withdrawal. Yeah i was an idiot for not covering my ass there.
Good ol Edward surprised the fuck out of me in London. He was in rage.
"Dad you have to understand I needed to leave". I told him.
"You should've come to me Sebastian! Instead of this ridiculous stunt you pulled."
"Stunt? You can't lie to me and say things are better now, without me."
"How could you possibly think that! You're the most important person to me. I know I haven't been around and I'm not the most affectionate parent but do you think , I would be better with a life that's without you."
"Well i've read your Valmont Enterprises are better, and you're still with Tiffany, shocker, but you seen together."
"That's because i've been trying to distract everyone from this fucking charade you've pulled."
"Relax dad no one will find out, look I am much more balanced here without New York."
"No, you came here to escape your strange obsession with your sister, drugs, your sex addiction and your fucking antics"!
"For the last time she isn't my sister I rather not talk about her and yes I might have escaped but look I'm sober, I have a job, I'm a photographer at a magazine. I finally have things under control."
" You have to finish school at least, I won't let my son be some freelance photographer. "
"I'm not going back to New York. I can't"
" Sebastian, it's her she's not well. She's been acting out manic and she's been in and out of rehab".
"Since when do you care about Kathryn"?
" And do you not? Son! Look at me ! She's a mess!
I was directly not looking at him. He never cared about Kathryn or hell Tiffany. He didn't care about me. Eventually my father left. This was a month in. He couldn't convince me to leave London. I couldn't return to that family. Or face everyone, especially Annette.
The more I think about Annette the more I see, just why it was the correct choice to leave her. Yes I care about her and loved her but I could never be what she needed. I have my whole fucking baggage. My depression, the fear that I'm like my mom. I would've hurt Annette worse if I would've stayed and played happy healthy boyfriend.
Trust me the whole world was better with Sebastian Valmont being gone.