Damned

Chapter 4: Pool fight

Anastasia

We finally got into our suites. We were all silent during our ride back home in the car. It's so unusual of us to be quiet. I was expecting my mom to lash out at me or my dad to scold me for ruining their family's image, but not this silence. Even Vicky was quiet the whole time.

The minute we got into the suite, my dad locked the door behind before striding to confront me with a grim expression on his face. I gulped down the thick lump in my throat then tilted my head to hold his death glare. I nearly flinched.

" I've over looked all your stupidity, clumsiness and attitude, but not this time around. This is unacceptable. Do you know what you just did? your face will be on the headline tomorrow, people are gonna gossip about us and how we can't tame a child of 17years old. You said we shouldn't see you as a little girl but you act like one. WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU JUMPED RIGHT INTO THEIR FIGHT!?" his voice boomed with venom and I flinched, shocked at his outburst. I'm used to him ignoring me, not now when he looks so angry with the death glares he's giving me now. " do you know how hard it's gonna be to convince my people and the press that you acted out of impulse? Your mother's right...you're badnews" he growls. Tears brimmed my eyes at his harsh words. So he's mad because I'm gonna be on the headlines? and not for a good reason, here I thought he was mad 'cause I almost got punched tonight when I jumped right into their fight. Why doesn't he see that? why must fame come first?

" Dad, I tried to help" I muttered, tilting my head slightly to meet his eyes.

" No one said you could butt into their fight, why didn't anyone butt in" he stepped forward, threateningly.

" Because they are so focused on their social status just like y'all are. They simply didn't wanna get thier faces on camera" I raised my voice unintentionally.

" At least they're smart enough not to butt into their fight unlike you. When will you grow up and start doing things right." he grimaced.

" I don't know how many times I'm gonna tell you this, but I'll say it one last time. I'm just me and ain't perfect" I shoot back.

" It's always the same thing with you! I'm tired of all your crap. So done cleaning up your messes. You always do things the odd way".

" Well I'm sorry I'm not the ideal daughter you wanted me to be, but also note that Vicky here isn't perfect either." I shouted. My dad and I both glared down at each other.

" Hey! don't bring me into your conversation" Vicky groans from behind.

" Leave Vicky out of this!" Dad barked and I forced myself not to flinch.

" Oh I'm sorry am calling your precious daughter into this scene, but I wouldn't have it any other way. While you two were set on controlling me, Vicky, your precious perfect daughter is right there, sneaking different guys through her room window so she could sleep with them. Under your very own noses" I shouted and I heard gasps from behind. My dad's eyes widens in shock as realization hits him.

I know I played low by blurting that out, but I'm sick and fed up with them calling me out on my craps while Vicky does as she pleases. I'm so tired of them controlling my life. Most of all, I'm fed up with them thinking she's perfect. Vicky's just a whore.

" Is that true Vicky?" my dad's eyes narrowed at his not so perfect daughter now.

" She's just bitter dad. She's looking for who to vent her anger on."

" Is it true or not was the question I asked" my dad growled.

" Enough! Vickie isn't any of such. My daughter won't do such. Let's go Vickie" she grabbed her wrist and they strutted their selves out of sight.