A year and a half earlier
"Hope"
"Hope
"HOPE!"
I shot awake as that awful voice boomed from down the hall. That horrible screeching voice, that I pray one day I may never have to here again. The owner of that vile voice is my mother.
As if on queue she marched through my closed door "HOPE OWENS, GET UP" she screamed. "THE GUESTS ARE COMING IN 20 MINUTES, AND YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HAVENT LEFT THIS SHIT HOLE OF A ROOM IN WEEKS". She has one of these rants nearly ever week, it's getting to the point were I think she has seriously damaged my hearing with her extremely obnoxious English accent.
"YOU KNOW HOW IMPORTANT TONIGHT IS, NOT ONLY FOF ME AND YOUR FATHER, BUT FOR THE BUSINESS AS WELL!", it's always about the business, not once has her ranting ever been about me, or anything to do with my life, just the business. Normal family businesses like my fathers would be of course taken over be the next generation, but in fathers words "YOUR TO SELF CENTERED AND THERE IS NO WAY HELL YOU COULD EVER RUN A HIGHLY IMPORTANT BUSINESS LIKE ME".
The funny thing is he doesn't even know me, he's never taken the time to get to know me nor will he ever. I have grown used to him not loving and caring about me, but it still hurts that he judges me without even knowing me. I am a only child, my parents never plan on having anymore as their first attempt (me) was and is a failure.
Tonight's the night my father picks who is taking over his most pride possession, Owen industries. It has been in my family for 5 generations and has been gradually becoming more known by the minute.
Of course my parents have gone all out for this party just like they have done for all the other ones, well unlike my birthday parties which don't mean sh.it to them. Tonights theme is The Magical Unknown, a.k.a a masquerade and fancy dress party. My mother insists I go as a black swan because the dress she had made for me (which was actually made by Laura, my mums assistant) goes perfect with my figure and it's colour is like my soul and heart.
As my fathers deathly voice called for my mothers assistance with the early guests, she stared straight into my eyes and right through me as per usual "I swear, if your not down those stairs in half an hour looking elegant with a smile on your face, you will not live to see tomorrow". Now this, this had my gulping. As she strutted away in her high heels that were much young for her, I couldn't help but roll my eyes and pray to god the eyes in the back of her head were closed for the day.
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I did as my mother asked, well more like threatened, I got up put on my make up, put on my dress, that cost way more than my education by the way, then curled my hair to perfection. I sat in front of my mirror for a couple minuets, just staring at my gloomy reflection that was reflecting back.
I didn't look happy ....
I am not happy....
I was never happy.....
I will never be happy....
My life isn't easy, heck every ones life is hard, but having your life on the news everyday, seeing and hearing what people think of you every second of ever day, telling you that your not perfect and never will be perfect. It's fucking hard. Being forced to achieve excellence and meet everyone's extremely high standards because you need to carry a tradition, IT SUCKS BIG TIME. Although I am that one kid, the one kid that rebelled and said no because I was sick of them controlling me like a bunch if prison officers and telling me what I can and can't do, I told them straight up, although they didn't like it to much...
Let's just say I am happy I got self defence classes as a child and also that skin heals fast when your young.
I guess it's time to face the music and the wrath of my parents, cause their is no way in hell I am a dancing with a stuck up brat tonight or contributing to any of their deceitful plans.
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As gracefully as possible, I walked down the stairs however no eyes are on me, well none I could see anyway, they are all on my ba.stard parents waltzing in the middle of our too extravagant dinning hall.
I secretly made my way past the crowd and straight to a table were nobody was and sat down. I kinda like being on my own, I wasn't one for the lavish life style, I didn't like the cameras and reporters. What i do like though is sitting in the fields of this over priced mansion that I called home, just reading a book or occasionally checking up on the life's of other 'celebrities' my age.
I didn't even notice father standing in front of me, I glanced up just in time to see his wicked evil grin on his lips before it vanished and was replaced by a fake clown of a smile. I knew he was up to something, he always was, he never settled with anything.
He suddenly grabbed my arm, yanking me up out of my chair, and dragged me across the hall, still oblivious to everyone else. I am starting to think he has possibly hypnotised them. I can see his eyes from were he was dragging me. They are like a villains eyes in the one of the old disney films, when the had come up with a evil plan to capture or hurt the princess. I have a feeling that this isn't to show me a rich family member.
As we neared closer to the guy in the black suit with his back to us, I knew instantly that he was wicked.
