Your Grace

prologue

  GRACE                                                              

The room was full of light pouring in from the windows, bookcases filled the walls containing books about how the mind works, the small green plants placed around the room added color into the white room. The woman sat behind the desk, had a wife and two children, she had a passion for art and went to some university to qualify as a therapist. She is also a vegan but often wishes she isn't, goes to the gym twice a week after work and isn't a natural blonde.

I had gathered that information from the walls and watched her during our sessions just like she does but that woman gets to try to figure out what happened to me.

"How are you feeling today Gracelynn?" Her smile is light on her face as she looks me in my eyes. The wrinkles on her face had disappeared, she got botox.

"Fine." I shrugged, my answer is always the same now. There is no point in asking but yet she is probably hoping one day I will say something different.

It has been one hundred and seventy one days since I overdosed on cocaine meaning I am sober. When my parents found out what had happened to me they went a bit crazy getting me the best doctors, therapists and paying millions to get my name out of the headlines.

"Do you think you are ready to go back to normal?"

I was far from ready to return to life before I was either  high on cocaine, drunk or both spending my nights in clubs becoming 'London's Biggest Whore." as social media would say.

"Yes." Instead of saying no I shake my head putting on my best smile as I watch the clock tick by.

The woman nods and types stuff on her computer before turning back to me with a happy smile on her face.

"Gracelynn I am proud and am satisfied that you no longer need to see me. I will inform your parents."

I am my parents' only daughter, I have three brothers who are all older. They are all businessmen taking over the company from my father so when I went on a bender for months and developed a drug addiction eventually overdosing everyone was shocked. My parents expected a little princess to be their only daughter but I don't know what they expected when all their attention was on my brothers leaving me to do whatever I wanted.

As I got in the car, I gave my driver a small smile before putting on my headphones playing my music at full blast blocking out any chance of awkward conversation. The drive was short meaning I quickly arrived at the family estate where my father would be waiting for me to talk.

After every session he likes to know what we talked about and so on, this time will be no different. We sat at the large dining table many seats apart, he stared me down where I avoided anywhere but his eyes.

What I did and what happened to me ruined the family reputation for a little bit, people were mad at my parents for allowing that to happen to a seventeen year old and some people were happy saying someone who had everything I ever wanted deserved something like that. Since then my father has been more strict than ever.

"Your therapist called me and told me that she thinks that you would be okay returning back to school and having a life." His voice was stern and serious, his gray eyes burning into my face. "Me and your mother talked about this and we both agreed."

The walls of the dining room were covered in fairly recent family photos of my brothers excluding me, the deal signed for Kingston Co, and my mothers artwork.

"I spoke to Alistar Scott at The Academy. He said that they would be willing to accept you into the school as they see amazing potential in you."

That catches my attention and I look at him for the first time since I walked in the door. This has to be a joke. I am literally a recovering drug addict and Alistar Scott sees potential in me.

"Christian and Alexander will take you tomorrow to tour around the school. You will start after the summer break."

That is the last thing he says before he gets up and leaves leaving no room for negotiation or arguments which is probably the best thing to do because I would love to shout in his face right now.