"What the fuck was that?" He says the minute my little brother walks out of the kitchen.
"It's my fucking inheritance."
Alexandria the middle child of seven is brought back to town when she received a phone call that her her father had died. Being b...
"If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals."
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Alexandria Wright
I can't say growing up with money did not have its perks. When I was fifteen I got caught vandalizing my school's mascot statue with Hunter and Amara. When the police took the three of us home, Hunter and Amara were sent up to my room and I stayed in the room with the police officer and my dad. I watched as the police officer was easily manipulated into accepting money in exchange for keeping my name out of the whole ordeal.
I protested, insisting that it was my idea to go out and do it so Hunter and Amara's names shouldn't be put in either.
"Dad, you can't do this. I was the one who told them we should do it."
"That is not my problem Alexandria. Maybe next time they will learn not to be followers." He turned back to the officer but all I could feel was rage flowing through my whole body.
I walk up to my dad, grab his hand and force him to look at me. "Either you take their names out or I will be sure to inform the press that I did it all by myself and that you tried to frame my cousin and friend." I turned my attention to the officer. "And I am sure they would love to hear about what happened here tonight."
"Alex-"
"No Dad. I will not allow them to take the fall." My dad stares at me and doesn't say a word.
"You keep the boy and the girl out as well."
The officer nods in agreement. "What do I say when I go back empty-handed?"
My dad looks to me for an answer. I was the one who wanted to hide our names. Now it is my responsibility to find a cover story. "You say it was a senior prank from the other school. They were gone by the time they saw the lights flashing." No questions asked, he agrees and leaves.
When I was fifteen my boyfriend at the time and I had gotten caught roaming the streets and at some point, we had ended up in some random person's pool. No one was home but the alarm was tripped when we opened the back gate.
"What were you thinking?!" My father's voice booms through the threshold.
"I was trying to have fun."
"Your definition of fun is trespassing?!"
"It's better than having to be locked up in this fucking house. I hate it here. You have me locked up." I argue.
"This is why Alexandria. If your name got out to the pres-"
"Oh yeah. Here we go. The Wright kids can't even breathe because we have a rich father who has paparazzi that won't leave us alone." I scoff rolling my eyes.
