Rayne Washington
It's been weeks since I last spoke to Spencer. I'm not thrilled to say, I'm happy with what Spencer had to say. But I'm glad that he spoke the truth. I'm just so lost on how, I'm just finding out everything now about my father. And I'm sure Bryce knew this entire time.
Holding that information killed me.
How could he hide, something like that from me, all this time? We practically grew up together. Was he ever planning on telling me? I wonder if my mom knew, or was she blinded by everything herself.
I looked at myself in the mirror, while brushing through my curls. My eyes felt so heavy, from all the tears. It hurts, so much when your, whole life is based on lives.
You created some lies, yourself. Who are you to judge your family? What, are you falling for the villain of the story?
The dinging of my phone, knocked me right out of my thoughts.
Bryce: A ride will be picking you up, in 30. Be ready.
Rayne: Ok.
Bryce have been working more lately. He comes home late and looks very exhausted. I assume they're working on something huge, with all the criminal games.
I put on a winter jumper and a vest over it. Everything about my father screamed formal and luxurious. But he's not getting the satisfaction of controlling my life anymore. I'll do my own thing. I'm tired of being controlled and all the lies that's assigned to it.
I touched up my face and let my hair bounce down on back. I grabbed my purse and left the apartment. I saw the car and got right in. I couldn't even drive my own car anymore and never got a reason, as to why. I just just marked it down as another way of my father protecting me.
"Where are we going?" I looked at the driver. He looked back into the rear-view mirror "I'm assigned to take you, to a family meeting"
A family meeting?
That felt so weird. Usually if we were going to have one of those, we went out all together.
We arrived at a gated mansion, that looked unfamiliar. I shrugged it off and exited out of the car.
"Hey, honey."My mom waved with a chirpy look on her face. She put her arms out for me to give her a slight hug. We exchanged hugs "hey mom, where is everyone?" I looked around expecting for Bryce or my father to be standing out here waiting for me.
"Everyone is waiting for you. Come on." she turned around and began walking inside the house.
The halls was quiet. The only thing that I could hear, was my mother heels hitting the floor.
She opened the door and everyone was sitting down discussing but silenced themselves when they eyes met mines. Everyone looked tensed.
"Have a seat." My dad said in a calm tone. I nodded then took a seat next to Bryce who was sitting all the way back in his seat.
I observed everyone and they just had focus on my father.
He cleared his throat and stood up in front of the room. "We were discussing the wellbeing of you."I looked around lost and confused.
"Maybe we should save this conversation-" Mr. Wellington spoke.
"No. This needs to happen now."he pointed his finger down.
My hands started to get sweaty. "W-what conversation?" I gulped looking down at the table, not daring to make eye contact with anyone.
"Everything we done for you, was to always protect you. And I would like if you just appreciated your parents more' Of course my dad was going to pull this card. I couldn't hold my emotions back anymore.
"Appreciate? You think you couldn't appreciate your daughter a little more to tell her that you're some fucking dangerous criminal mob guy. Any of you infact. This isn't just saving me, this is saving your fucking titles." I seethed.
Everyone looked in shock.
"Don't speak to your father that way."
"H-how did you know?"
"He's only trying to help." Bryce eyes landed on me.
"I could of been killed easily. You guys thought this was best, to hide the truth from me?" What if Spencer was someone else. Boom girl killed by her professor.
"Everyone leave at once. I need to speak to my daughter alone." Everyone quickly got up and followed his orders. I crossed my arms in pure rage.
When the door closed, he turned to face me. 'We were going to tell you, after the wedding."he muttered.
"Why the wedding? All my life. It's been a lie. Now you want me to marry in this criminal life?" My dad eyes widen. I knew hs just lost his temper. "Sweetie, this has been your life. Ever since you were placed in the womb."
"You can't just force me to do this!" I shouted. "Oh yeah? Watch me, Rayne."he found this amusing. I grabbed the statue sitting in the middle of the table and threw it at him, he instantly dodged it and we both watched as it hit the wall, causing a hole.
"You snobby bitch!" he jetted my way and I tried to make my way to the door but he quickly pulled my hair, causing me to fall on the ground. "No. Please."he rolled up his sleeves.
"I tried to be generous and kind, but you take that for granted." a blow straight to my face, over and over again. I cried and pleaded.
Butterflies. Butterflies. Butterflies. Butterflies.
"Ungrateful, brat." his foot landed on top of my stomach repeatedly before he retreated.
I rolled over crying. I felt a twisted urging pain in my stomach. I forced my body to lift up, so I can check my body. Blood ran down my legs. That would explain the random feeling of nausea and missed period. I letted out a shrieking scream.
He killed my child.
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The Professor and I
Romance"Fuck, why do you always make things so hard Rayne?" he stood there with an intense frown on his face. "What do you mean Spencer?" I crossed my arms. "You always run away," he now held a sad face. I was hesitant. "We both know this will never work...
