My Princess is a Gangster?!

Chapter 2

I sat silently as Paul and I drove to Academy of the East. I wasn't going to lie to myself- I was pretty darn nervous. I mean, what girl wouldn't be? Whatever, I have to suck it up. I'm not the type to get pushed around or bullied. I mean, I do live with all guys.

My mom died when I was 15 from cancer. My mom was my best  friend. I shared all my secrets with her, from my first boyfriend, backstabbing friends, my first period, and even violence. With my dad's business, violence was inevitable. It was a lot for me to handle, but when my mom died, that's the time things flew out of control.

I shunned away the few friends I made at school, and I learned to make my heart cold to the world. If I didn't get too close to anyone, I couldn't get hurt again. I wouldn't get hurt again.

So it was just me and my dad from then on. Well, not really, we have our maids, butlers, and bodyguards, they really can't take the place of a mom no matterhow hard they tried. After my mom died, I got into a depression. My world was falling apart and I didn't know how to handle it.

And then I thought about my dad and how he was feeling. How he must have felt when his high school sweetheart suddenly had to leave him. It must have been just as hard for him as for me. But I never saw him shed a tear. Not even at the funeral. 

I decided then. If my dad could be that strong, I could be too.

"Paul, are you nervous?" I asked.

He coughed/cleared his throat.

"Of course not Em." He lied.

"Sure you're not." I said as I squinted my eyes at him.

He focused on the road, not meeting my eyes.

I noticed he kept tapping on the steering wheel as he drove. He never tapped his fingers unless he was nervous. And he rarely got nervous.

My dad's business didn't really affect how anyone treated me at school. No one knew I was this dangerous mans only daughter. We would never spend time together and  tried his hardest not to be seen in public with me. He always wanted to keep me safe no matter what. Even if that meant that most people thought my dad was Paul.

Paul. Paul was one of our bodyguards. Well, actually he was specifically the bodyguard my dad hired to keep me safe at all times. Paul was trained in all kinds of weird martial arts, kung fu, karate, whatever. All I know was that he could break bones as easily as breathing, and he followed me around everywhere. It's nice to have muscles around to protect you, but since he taught me a few things, I'm pretty much able to defend myself.

"Emery?"

I snap out of my little world.

"Oh, uh, um, Yeah Paul, what's up?" I ask.