The Prime Minister's Daughter

Chapter 1- Jamaica's Princess

All my life my father has been a politician, it did not bother me much nor did I understand what it was all about until I got older.

I was always attending private schools, had securities and limited freedom, it was the norm.

All of this was never a problem to me even when I started university I could deal with it all.

My father entered yet another election and this time he was successful.

He was elected Prime Minister of Jamaica. This was where everything started to affect my life personally.

I was now known as the Prime Minister's daughter, no longer was I just Tianna Beckford.

I was attending university when my father won the election, security was extra tighter and now I had no freedom at all. I had less friends and to have a boyfriend was the hardest task ever because everyone had to go through a screening process. I felt like I was trapped in a mansion in Jamaica.

My mother Marcia Beckford was of course a socialite, she love this life. She was born for it like me.

She owned a car rental company and was spokeswoman for many charities. My mother was not deep into the politics either but she seemed to be a devoted wife to my father and a good  mother to be when necessary.

When it came to me, she hardly agreed with my father and I admired her for being such a head strong woman to such a powerful man. My father was a take no bullshit kind of man. I did respect most of his values even though I may not agree with him on some views. I knew nothing about politics nor care to know, I was just here because I was born into it.

While attending university I begged my parents to let me board  on campus, my mother said she agreed with the idea but my father was firmly against it.

"Dad I can't be cooped up inside this house any longer, I'm being suffocated. I just want to have my only little space please" I said.

"Look how the house big? You have your own privacy everywhere you go" He said.

I turned to my mother.

"Mommy you can just let him understand what I am trying to tell him please" I pleaded with my mother.

I knew she was tired of having this conversation with us.

"Lionel she just wanst to live on campus with her friends, plus we can just give her some extra security for protection if that's what you are worried about" She said.

That's the shit I did not want. I didn't want more security following me everywhere I go.

"No Marcia she will stay inside this house" He said with a stern voice.

"You can't keep me here forever" I said.

I stormed out of the dining room. My mother tried to call me to come back but I brushed her off, I was not trying to hear her.

I was sick of being treated like a fragile Princess. I wanted to go out into the world and experience life for myself.

This life now made me  hate myself for thinking  selfishly. I couldn't wait to leave university so I could be on my own and for away from my father and this country I don't wish to be the daughter for.

Molly's Chat (texting)

Me: He said no, I can't live on campus

Molly: You must hate how things work out huh?

Me: I wish he didn't win this fucking election, now my life is all about Jamaica's best interest.

Molly: So that means you won't be able to come to the party this weekend?