Tempest Relief Chapter One (standard:drama, 2202 words) [2/4] show all parts
Author: Ari Walker	Added: Oct 21 2001	Views/Reads: 2830/1917	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Three sisters must learn to put their differences aside and keep the family legacy going.

ONE 

"It's day's like this when I wish I was on the up and up with the
devil," Callie Ayala whispered to her younger sister Heidi. Heidi 
frowned. 

"So I could see dad's face when he wakes up in hell, you know?" Callie
explained. The crease between Heidi eyebrows got bigger. 

"I mean that's obviously where he's going." 

"Would you just hush?" Heidi hissed. Callie shrugged. 

"I was just saying-" 

"I know perfectly well what you were saying! Now hush. I'm trying to
listen." 

With a sigh, Callie settled back into her seat. She hated funerals. She
found them tedious. Half the time, the preacher saying the good-byes 
didn't even know the deceased. Not to mention the fact that she wasn't 
the type to grieve in public. 

Not that she was grieving in private for Koby Ayala, III. He had been an
asshole his whole life. His being her father hadn't changed matters one 
bit. Heidi, she knew, liked to pretend otherwise. But facts were facts, 
and there wasn't a person in the church that morning that could, or 
would, deny it. 

It was really too bad, for Heidi's sake that was, that it had been so.
Heidi was the type of person who craved love and affection. Ever since 
she was a child, she had approached people for hugs, kisses, smiles and 
softly spoken words. 

Perhaps she had reached out to strangers because her family was so cold.
Their father had certainly never reached out to either of his children, 
much less respond if any of them had reached out to him. As for their 
mother, Karena; she had been a lost soul, unable to help anyone. 

Koby III had married a 17-year-old girl when he was 46 years old. Rumors
had it - and the rumors were true- he had told his child bride that as 
soon as she gave him two heirs- one was for backup- she could do 
whatever she wanted... as long as she didn't step foot off of the house 
he would build for her. Harsh as the proposition had been, Karena had 
been young and desperate enough to agree. 

Karena Ayala had given him two daughters, the first when she was 19, the
second at the age of 20. When she was 23, she had started her affair 
with 15 year old Theo Donahue. Koby III had built a house for Karena on 
the beach, with doors that opened up to the sand, and in all of 
Callie's years, she had never seen her mother take a step out of the 
house. 

Her affair with Theo Donahue had been an on-again off-again relationship
that had continued on for almost twenty years, ending when he met and 
fell in love with Fayrene Montgomery, a little over a year ago. 

The children had lived with their father in the Hotel up on the hills. 

Not that they had ever seen their father. They had been raised by a
nanny, and sent to boarding schools as soon as they were old enough. 

Karena had died six months ago. 

"Now the family would like to say a few words," the priest said. Callie
nodded. Finally. She had been to her fair share of funerals, and she 
knew what family was supposed to say at moments like this, but there 
had never been any love between herself and her father. 

There had never been any love between anybody and her father. 

And now her father was dead, and all she could think was good riddance. 

Callie stood up and faced the people sitting in the small church. There
were just a handful of people present, most of them merely there out of 


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