Pretty Girl

Chapter Two - March 2nd 2007

Chapter Two

Alexander's Pov - 18 Years Old

My life up till now has had moments that felt okay, bad ones and then the ones in between.

Those were the hardest. When I was so tired, it felt like it was so easy to stop. To forget all the responsibilities that I carried on my shoulders.

But I couldn't, because I didn't just live for the heck of it. It was also for her. My anchor. I was so relieved the day she was born, even though I was only five years old when she was born, I quickly knew that she would be the reason I wouldn't give up.

My little sister.

Cassandra Michelson.

An angel who was born thirteen years ago to a pitiful woman who decided that running away from her children one day was the only way she would ever be able to live her life.

I never expected much from her anyways.

My father, Ansel Michelson was an esteemed figure that everyone respected and held in high regard. If only they knew how our lives were behind closed doors.

We looked like perfect children with a god gifted parent but he's never truly cared about us. Nobody ever really did. He had never been around and in a way, that was a good thing too.

I grew up. Learned how to deal with things and honestly I didn't even need to be dependent on him or anyone for anything anymore.

I liked being alone.

There was no need to be disappointed because I was always so disconnected from everyone. I cared but I made sure that everyone was an arm's length away. I couldn't afford to actually give a shit about anyone - with the exception of Cassie obviously.

There was one night when I was intrigued enough to want to fully care. To understand.

Not just as a courtesy to another human but because she was so confusing.

She made me curious enough to want to know more.

So dead and alive at the same time.

I had picked up investing in various businesses as a little side hobby and it had reaped its benefits.

I started my undergraduate course when I was 17, which was early but in order to get into medical school I couldn't waste any time.

If it wasn't for Cassie I'd have moved out long ago, no matter how much my father begged for me to stay. He was under the impression that I was going to run the family business in the future. I wasn't going to. I didn't need to. In a few years I'd probably be as rich as him so he wouldn't ever be able to hold his money or influence over me.

That's all I'd been living for. To be different and anyone other than him. A better person.

I threw back another drink as I rubbed my temple with my knuckles.

My life seemed free, full of space for me to do anything I wanted but it's fúckíng sad how the one thing that I and Cassie had once dreamed of was for our family to be together.

His acceptance at one point was all that I craved. Especially after realising what a massive fúck up my drugged up birth giver was.

I remembered those times when I feared Cassie wouldn't make it because of how high Alina Michelson - my mother used to be when she was carrying Cassandra in her womb.

Cassandra fought though. She'd never given up and that was why I was so proud of her.

"Alex! AT is so annoying!"