2 Chapter One

12 years later...

After my beloved grandfather's funeral, which was two days ago, I am suppose to travel to California to live with my father. To which I did.

Why you may ask? It's because Michael also known as my father decided to have me move in with him. Much to my dismay. I hate him with my life. He never came for me or visited me. Even phone calls would be small conversations because apparently he either had a 'meeting' or 'too busy so call you later'. Excuses. Excuses. He was never present at my birthdays, holidays or even for occasional visits. And after while I stopped trying. Stopped myself of hoping and trying for him to see me, a small amount of fatherly love, but it became hopeless. As for my brother, he never talked to me. He was older than me by four years. We were close once, but now it was like as if were were strangers to on another. Once he left with my dad, we never talked or saw each other again.

So I accepted that my grandfather was my only family left after my mom, and much to my great sadness he is also gone. Mom died in a car accident and now grandpa died because of a heart-attack. Yet I will always treasure the memories of us together' like playing in the rain, feeding the ducks, walking in the park, riding my first bicycle and more.

Now, I had to leave the cottage that grandpa and I lived in (grandpa was quite well of) and my flower-shop ( was my sweet sixteen birthday gift). Before thinking anything stupid, I am not spoiled. I worked jobs and in my flower-shop so I know money does not come off trees. It's earned.

I was five years old when Michael [my father] left me. Now 12 years, he decides to call and have me over since he is my biological father. I am 17 now and I wanted to live on my own. I don't need him. Never did. But apparently the law of Untied States begs to differ, until I am eighteen I can't live anywhere on my own.

I was walking out of the airport when I heard some call my name. I looked over to see a elder man in a suite as he walked over to me.

"Hi Ma'am. My name is Darius. I am your fathers driver. I am here to escort you to his home." says the man Darius. You could tell that he was old, but he still looked graceful. I nodded my head and gave him my bags. Glad he said his home not mine.

Half an hour later we arrived at the place, and I gotta say, This place was HUGE. The place did not have a house, it was a mansion, with a huge lawn. I'm sure my eyes were huge because I heard a chuckle from Darius. We arrived at the gate as two guards opened it for us and we pulled on to the driveway.

As I got out of the car, I went to get my bags, I managed to get one as Darius said he would get the rest while I head inside and make myself at home. I walked in with my bag and was astound to see the huge open space. It was a family room with a large Television framed into the wall right above the fireplace, fancy curtains for large windows, on the far right was the spiral staircase that lead upstairs, and further down from where I stood was a hallway it probably lead to another room. Probably the kitchen, if this place is normal. Everything was shiny and clean, the floor seemed as it was brand-new.

While I was consumed with my surroundings, someone was coming down the fancy staircase. He was a tall man, can't say that he was old but he did have some gray hair. Well dressed, wearing a watch around his wrist. Yep rich people. As soon as he stood in front of me I knew who I was looking at.

My father.

Same vibrant blue eyes, brunette hair but different features. I look more like my mom.

Thankfully.

"You made it" he utters. He was looking at me from head to toe. I was just wearing some casual jeans and a shirt. Almost as if he couldn't believe I was here. With his expression, for him, I can't say if this is a good thing or a bad thing for him.

"Were you expecting me not to" I flatly say as crossed my feet and leaned against my bag. I was not going to respect him. He didn't deserve any from me. After 12 years this is what he had to say to me you made it. A 'hello' or ' How are you' is the proper way to greet someone, especially if you hadn't seen them in years. I guess when you are rich you loose your manners.

"Mila listen, I know that you don't want to be here but you are going to have to cooperate." Michael said.

"Am I suppose to call you Michael? Mr. Sawyer? Or do think I should call you dad?" I asked, completely ignoring his question. He frowned at me, while my face remained the same. He can't just tell me to cooperate when we hadn't seen each other in so long.

He signed and pinched his nose, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. Looking closely at him, he has aged over past 12 years. His face was slightly older and but managed to look somewhat youthfulness when he left me with grandpa. He was still handsome. No doubt in that.

"Darius you can go now." I look over my shoulder to Darius standing beside my luggage. I didn't even hear him come in, then again, I am in a heated conversation with my father. Darius nods and heads back out. I look back at my father coldly, his eyes boring in to mine, intensely. I stood up straight with my arms crossed, facing my father.

"Mila--" He began

"I am not here to play catch nor am I in the mood for it" I flatly say.

"You don't have to make this difficult." he said.

"I don't need to do that. You and Ethan did that on your own 12 years ago." I replied viciously. Speaking of Ethan, where was he? We were still glaring at each other cross the room. He backed down first, his expression softening. Was that remorse I saw? Well rich people are big actors, they do anything for good publicity.

"Mila, I didn't to leave you with your grandpa," he tried to explain though I let out a fake laugh.

"Well the funny thing is that they say 'Man of the house make the decisions' and that they make the right choice. And you chose to leave me alone. No one had forced you to do so. And when it comes to choosing something its either; they make the right choice or its something you want. And judging from where I am standing, you wanted this place, this life more than me." I say with my arms at my sides. He let out a long sigh.

He guessed by now that I was not going to make it easy for him. He thought he could getaway with having a great with just one of his kids, but no. I wasn't not going to let him have it. He is going to suffer. They are going to suffer. Just like I did all those years. He is going to pay for what he did, everyday from now on.

He walked over to the couch and sat down. His face in his hands. I followed but sat on the couch opposite to him. There was a glass table between us that had some decoration pieces on it. after a few seconds he looked at me with a defeated face.

"What do you want me to say, Mila?" he asked me in a defeated tone.

"You do not have to say anything. Normally they say 'actions speak louder than words' Well your actions were loud and clear. And quite frankly my mind and body are tried of understanding." I replied. He looked really sad, but I won't budge. He deserved this.

"We'll talk about this some other time," he says as he gets up. I scoffed at this, when is trouble and they do want to admit that it is there fault they run. "For now, try to adjust living here with me, Ethan and the staff. Please to bother them too much. Your room is upstairs, down the hall and to the right. Someone will take your luggage up to your room." He looks at his watch. "I am already late for the office, and have a meeting soon, so I to leave now. Ethan will be here tomorrow so you will meet him then. And you will also be starting on Monday, I have enrolled you in. Just stay out of trouble." He advised.

"Okay. Are we done here?" I asked standing up, and rolling my eyes.

"You can go," he said. I let out a sigh or relief and took my bag and headed for the stairs.

"And Mila?" He spoke as I reached the stairs. I stopped with my finger on the rail. "You've grown up lot. I am really proud of you." he said in a soft voice.

I closed my eyes and tried to stop the tears from falling. I was trying to steady my breath and not break in front of him. He was not going to have me break in front of him.

"That's happens when you don't see someone in years." I say and started going up the stairs.

I reached my room and opened the door. And I was shocked. The room was decent size with pink and white walls. There was a white bed that was against wall and on right side are three large windows. The curtains are purple, and have a beautiful design imprinted on them. The room also had a walking closet, floating shelves to place my books, a desktop with an apple computer set, a carpet in the center with two yellow beanbags.

After having my things unpacked and adjusted into my room, it was late afternoon. I decided to take a walk in the neighborhood and have some fresh air. Chef Maria in the kitchen said that dinner will be at 8pm when my father has arrived. Looking around the neighborhood, everyone had gates and two guards at the front. Kinda lets know that not everyone can live here.

Sigh.

I wanted to get out of this place. I don't want to be here. I wanted out. I wanted to back to Texas and live my life there. I just wanted to leave. Honestly who ever made the law of living alone at 18 years of age, I wanted to file a lawsuit. I wanted to be away from my father, brother, his house, the school and the mess in my life. I wanted--

"OUCH! Watch were your going, would you?!? I shouted. I had walked in to what felt like a brick wall and fell down on my butt. My nose hurts, and glad that I was not wearing my glasses, or else they would have fallen on the ground. So that was a relief.

"Hey! Calm Down! and besides your the one who bumped into me!" I glared at the person who shouted at me. The person looked down at me and gave me his hand. I angrily reached for it and stood up.

"Ughh! great. Just great! Just freaking perfect, like everything else was before I came here!" I shouted at the person who was responsible for my fall.

He was tall and well-built. Obliviously since my nose still hurts. He had jet-black hair, pale skin and forest green eyes. Right now I was glaring at him, even more because he was smirking at me. I betting me smart player and that every girl-- other than his mother, grandmother or sister [if he has one] would swoon over him. Me? I wanted to punch out his teeth.

I was debating on doing that when he spoke.

" You look like a freak right now, you know." he said, with an assumed expression on his face. I was so mad and fuming that I had a time on how to his respond to immaturity.

"IT WAS YOUR FAULT!" I shouted at him.

"My Fault? You are the one who bumped into me! You are the one who looks like your going into battle in a boxing ring." He defended. I glared at him even more, if that was possible. Come to think of it, I head been glaring all day. He put his hands up in surrender. "I'm Xavier Knight" he says flashing me a smile and extending out his hand for shake.

"F*ck off." I replied and begin to away into direction of my fathers home. Inwardly I smirked at his shocked expression and brushed past him.

"Oh and by the way, you owe me a new pair of jeans." I called out to him as I turned to the corner of my street. Before turning I glanced by at him and he was fuming. I smirked at him and was on my way.

You mutt

And here is the first chapter everyone! Hope you all enjoy.

I trying to make it emotional and a short film in your minds to actually feel the scenes. More will come next week.