My dad leaves the room with a worried expression on his face. I run to my closet in my batman booty-shorts and tank top.'What to wear?' I think to myself. In the end I end up putting on my Hollywood undead tank-top with the hand holding the red rose on it, and a pair of red skinny-jeans (Hey, just because I live in Hell don't mean I can't dress nice! Sorry, uh not sorry!) I run downstairs and see my dad walking towards the Dining Hall. He's on the phone...
"Yes, Ama, I'm buying the plane tickets..." He says almost annoyed.
I rush behind a wall and listen.
"Yes!! Of course she'll be safe and happy there....I'm sending Akio with her! He's her most favorable guard! Yes, I will make sure she knows nothing of this call. Oh, yes, I suppose. goodnight my dear; I will see to it that our daughter is safe."
"Our daughter!?!?!? What is he talking about? Was that my mom!? Questions like these flooded my mind. Did he want me to hate her forever? Why didn't he........?
"Princess?" A voice broke through the wall of endless questions " Is everything alright?" I turned to see the man who saved my life, not 3 feet away from me: Akio
