Forbidden love

New kid

In the morning Paris woke up very tiered. She got up and went to her bathroom to wash her face. After she washed her face she went into her closet looking for a cute outfit to wear for the day. She rummaged through her clothes trying to figure out what would be the best to wear, she eventually came across a light blue silk dress. She quickly grabbed it and her favorite white heels.

She quickly changed and did her makeup. Once she was ready she packed her bag she went downstairs. When she got downstairs she saw her mom and tried to turn around before she noticed her but her mom called her before she could

"Paris we need to talk." Her mom said in a stern voice.

"Mom now is not a good time. I need to eat and then I have to get to school." Paris said with a sigh.

"We need to talk! I will have our driver take you to school. But we will talk!"

"Okay fine!"

Paris walked to her mom and followed her into the study. When she got inside she sat down in one of the chairs and watched as her mom closed the door and sat at her desk. Her mother putt her arms on the desk and with a stern non-sympathetic look said, "Your father is putting the hotel on the cemetery."

"So your not going to give any emotion any sign of sympathy to make the fact that dad is going to be laying under a hotel for the rest of eternity. Your not going to make this any easier for me are you?" Paris paused and and looked her mom in the eyes, "You are a horrible mother. A good mother would see how much this effected their daughter and comfort them, not total disregard their kids feeling and assume that they are going to be okay with the heartbreaking information laid upon them. A good mother would wouldn't be able to look their kids in the eye with a straight emotionless face and tell them something like that!"

"I am your mother you will not speak to me that way! Nor will you talk badly upon you father that way!"

"He is not my father! Dad, Jake Hunter is my father NOT Rodger Tanner!"

"Watch your tone!"

"Watch my tone! You should watch your choices and what you are doing to me! Suddenly you don't care about my feelings and what hurts me you just care about Rodger! You don't care about me! You forgetting about me just like everyone else did! Your leaving me just like they did!" Paris began to cry.

"I do care Paris! And I'm not forgetting or leaving you!"

"Sure you do. Just keep telling yourself that to make your self feel better. I have to go to school. Bye."

Paris stormed out of her moms study got her stuff and left for school. She was mad and sad she couldn't stop thinking about him. Who's him you may ask, someone she could never forget, no mater how hard she tried. She was speed walking trying to blow off some steam. Tears where rolling down her cheeks she was so done with being sad but it seemed like it was the universe's will for her to be sad. She felt like that was all she could do was sad over something when all she wanted was to be happy with her dad.

She wanted her dad to be there and tell Marcus how he would kill him if he broke her heart, to make sure she was home before curfew, she wanted to wonder what was happening when her dad pulled Marcus aside for the 'dad talk'. She wanted her dad. She wondered what her life would be like if he was still around treating her as if she was still five. She wondered what if would be like to come home and see her dad waiting to know how her day went and if any boys had caused her problems.

She wished that he was still there to talk to and hug, to yell at and cry on his shoulder. She wanted with everything she had that he would still be there. She wished that she could go back in time and get him back so that their family could still be together. She began to think about what it would be like to have her dad as the one who helps her out of her panic attacks, even though deep down she knew that if her dad hadn't died she would have her attacks at all.