Dollar Daughter

Chapter 4.

"Don't make me cry now." I said to Elliot.

He laughs.

He looks good when he smiles. I bet girls in his school are crazy for him. He and I have a lot of physical appearences in common. He has chocolate brown eyes. I also have chocolate brown eyes. He has a pale skin. I also do. He has blond hair. Even I do. The only difference is that my teeth is more whiter then his. Maybe because he goes out of mansion, he must have eaten a lot of unhealthy food.

At that moment there is a knock in the door. And the door opens before I even permit the person to come inside. Dad walks in. His is carrying a 'devilish father' attitude on his back.

Its strange. I didn't inherit anything from him. He has sea blue eyes. A beautiful skin. And dark brown hair. I didn't get anything from him. I don't mind not being like him actually though.
"Elliot. What are you doing here? Go get ready for the party. Go. Quick." Said father.

Elliot didn't tell me about any party. He must have thought that I would get upset. Our eyes meet.
"Do I have to go?" Asked Elliot to my dad.
"Ofcourse you have to! You are soon going to be the new owner of the Anderson Industrial Empire. I press is dying to meet you." Said father.

I knew it. He didn't even look at me while saying all this to Elliot. He only makes Elliot feel guilty. Nothing else. He makes Elliot feel that I am hated because of him. I don't care if he doesn't make me the owner or not. All I want is the answers to questions. Questions I never got a chance to ask.

I'll ask him. Now. At this very moment.

"Why am I not allowed to attend your party? I mean I know that you don't consider me as your daughter but I am your wife's daughter. So, in the other way around, I have more right on anything that belongs to you. I should be the first one. Not Elliot." I said. I did it. I finally did it. I look at Elliot with a feeling that he might feel offended.

But instead he has a smile on his face. Silently telling me that he is proud of me. And he agrees with what I just said.

My father is literally burning. His face is red. I am pretty sure that the volcano is gonna explode now. But it doesn't.
He takes a deep breathe while having his eyes closed. He opens his eyes and speaks, "I am sorry but I think I'll have to relocate you for a few hours. Otherwise you will cause me some serious trouble."

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I knew he would do this to me. I knew it. I hate him. I hate Mr. Jason Anderson. He is the most disgusting man alive on the planet!

I have been locked. Not just anywhere. But at the roof of the Anderson mansion. After that little fight we had sometime ago, my dad dragged me up to the roof and locked me in here. There is a layer of only glass on the middle of the roof. The heliplot is on the other side. I can see the ballroom clearly through the glass. The glass stands over a wall which is the height up to my knees.

People are here. Its night now. The ballroom is filled with people. I feel like shouting out loud that I exist!
"But not now," I said to myself. There stands Elliot, along with my father. He is probably talking with some of father's business partners. I guess.
There are a group of girls who are pointing at Elliot and are whispering in each others ears. I bet the are talking about how handsome he is. Well, its true, he is a hard figure to resist.

Elliot notices soon that he is the new gossip for the girls. I know my cousin. He gets irritated pretty easily.
As I guessed, he turns his head towards the girls and gives an irritated glare. The smiles that the girls had on their faces fade immediately.

Now that's Elliot. He doesn't like being the center of attention.

I sit against the wall. Close my eyes and try to fall asleep. But the surface is too hard.

I stand up. Take another look through the glass. A boy with dark brown hair and a cute smile on his face is talking to Elliot.

They laugh. The boy seems pretty nice.

I wish I could make new friends at this party.

I wish.

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