coming to seattle was supposed to be a fresh start, or that was what dorothée montgomery-shepherd thought. after her father caught her mother in a very uncomfortable position with his best friend, he decided to pack his bags and move to seattle. dor...
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Why do we run? That was the question on Dorothée Montgomery-Shepherd had on her mind as she sipped her cherry vodka in a bar in Seattle, IN SEATTLE, she was a New York girl in Seattle. She felt like a fish out of water, like she was on a different planet. Although the two places weren't worlds apart, she was Manhattan born and bred so anywhere else was hell to her.
Dorothée didn't want to leave her home, she didn't want to leave her friends, her family and she didn't want to leave her mom. As a child, little Dorothée knew her mom and dad loved one another, and she knew they loved her. She came from a good home, despite both her parents both being renowned doctors, they tried to make time for their daughter, for their little Dory.
Life was good to her; she was raised with love and friendship and more money than she needed. When she was ten, she knew she wanted to be a doctor, she wanted to be a brain surgeon like her dad. She practiced surgery on lemons and limes, some people thought it was weird, but her parents thought everything she did was adorable well that was until she started growing up.
Now Addison and Derek still loved their daughter, she was their world but somewhere along the way their marriage started fading away and so did that bond with her. While Dory had already finished school by then and was out of the house, it was still hard to watch.
They had been the definition of love in her eyes, they were love personified and now that was ruined. How was she supposed to believe in it when the people who set the foundation for love were falling out of it.
She did everything she could to keep them together, begging like a little kid for family dinners and trips, or anything that would have them all be in the same room.
All her efforts were ruined in one night though, she could still see that image of her mother and her favorite uncle in bed together. Her eidetic memory, something she once saw as the best thing in the world was now something that tortured her as she asked the bartender for another drink.
The bartender, Joe, looked down at the raven-haired girl as she rested her head on her hand, her arm firmly pressed on the bar between them. "Boyfriend or boss problems?" He asked, watching as she ate a handful of raisins, a few of them rolling down the sleeve of her denim jacket. "I just moved here so no boyfriend and no boss yet," She responded, watching as her father chatted up a girl in a little red top that looked about her age. That was another image that would never leave her mind.
"Where'd you move from?" Joe asked, leaning over the bar with her as she turned to face him, "New York," She answered, pulling her right foot onto her barstool as she rested her head on her knee. It wouldn't surprise the bartender if the girl just fell over in her seat, she had about four drinks already and despite starting a new job in the morning, she wasn't ready to let up.
"I wanna see if I can get drunk enough to forget my mommy and daddy are whores," She pulled her lips into a straight line, something she rarely did but it was a sign that she was either about to cry or throw up and she had way too much pride to do either in a bar. She was not that person (she was definitely that person).
