Dear Dalia (H.S Adaptive)

Prologue and One

Prologue

Do I hate you? No, I don't hate you, mom. You protected me, fended for me, made sure I was always comfortable. You have me something to strive for. But you were never there, you married Shawn and had Xayn. You killed the only two father figures I loved.

I can't forgive you for that.

At least not yet.

You have to hear my story first. Once you hear that, then I might just forgive you.

I love you, Taylor.

Now listen to your daughter talk.

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A few years ago

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"Happy 20th birthday, Harriet!" Everyone yelled after jumping out from behind the couches of my apartment.

It was a long day, a long drive, and a whole lot of stupid celebrities complaint that million dollar paychecks weren't enough.

I was the youngest manager in Hollywood, well, when I became 18, I was legally the youngest Manager in Hollywood.

Twelve singers, two bands, and three groups, about over half a billion dollars in revenue.

As you can see, I have stressed the hell out.

Lianna and my mom gave me a big hug as I dropped my bags on the table.

The crowd had soon forgotten about me, maybe they had been swept up by the imminent supplies of alcohol present. Many of the self-invited party guests were friends from work, school, or just saw a gathering in the 90210 and decided to walk into the complex.

"Thanks, Mom, Liannah. Hey, do you think that Shawn is still home? I let him borrow my hair dryer and he still hasn't given that to me."

Taylor shakes her head and sighs, " You know, it's been three years and you still won't at least talk to him?"

"He's 18, and I don't like him. He's on the news all the time. I know more about his intimate life than a sister should. I mean, come on, he's a model! He shouldn't have those kinds of pictures on his Litter page! Hell, if he wants to talk to me, he can drive from San Fransisco down here to Beverly Hills, today." I snark.

Liannah rolls her eyes. As much as I didn't want to admit it, she looked just like both of her parents, her mom's eyes, and her dad's hair. It was pretty odd. She took it with grace, though and was so hyper you could almost swear to a decimal that she was on something not far from a caffeinated hyper drug.

"You know what? I'll call Xayn since he talks to me more than he talks to you. I'll tell him to be down here by noon tomorrow." Liannah boasts.

My eyes go to slits, "I swear I will through you into the Pacific Ocean if you even think about telling him my address!"

Lianna takes out her iPhone X and goes to her contacts, and instead of clicking call she clicked FaceTime.

"You wouldn't." I hissed at her.

A few long moments drag out before Xayn answers the FaceTime.

He's shirtless, he must have dyed his hair again, black and midnight blue. I swear he looks just like Shawn.

"Hey, Liannah what's up?" Xayn voice rings through.

Liannah snaps out of her drawing gaze and says hi.

"... Wondering if you could possibly come down to Beverly and see your sister and me. Fast and Furious 10 is coming out, we could probably make it to the Red Carpet event."

"Lianna."

"Sure, Li, I'll be there at Noon. I've got something to attend to..." He says.

He moves his phone to over his shoulder, a figure moves in his bed.

Liannah winks.

Xayn hangs up, and Liannah smiles.

"If you get to Heaven I'm cutting a hole in your cloud." I threatened.

So that was the first day of the most eventful part of my life.