Rebeccas POV
"Rebecca honey, c'mon. I told you we were going to have company. Why aren't you ready?" Mom says as she goes through my closet.
"Sorry." I reply.
"Okay so wear this dress, and this blouse. I'll come back in in like hm, uh 5-10 minutes to do your hair." She said as she handed me my dress and my blouse. She planted a kiss on my forehead.
I put on the dress and blouse. I also put on white tights to make my dress pop. She came back in and had a box full of hair clips and ribbons.
I look in the mirror to see my hair. I mean I guess I look okay, but I wouldn't say I look cute.
Then there was the door bell.
"Honey, can you get that!" Mom yelled to my father.
"Yes dear." My father replied.
My parents acted so elegant. We also had a mansion. It kind of over looked the ocean. I had a deck. Sometimes I acted like I was from the titanic. I thought Jack was very handsom. I think that's his name.
My mothers absent snapped me back into reality.
"Let's go honey." She said. I got up from my bed, straightened my dress, put my shoes on, and went downstairs. As I reached the bottom, I noticed a boy. Oh no. It was Franklin. Or Frank for short. First of all, Frank is a perve, second of all I hate is name, it sounds like Franklin Rosevelt or something. God, he is not the type you would want to date, nor hang out with.
"Honey, this is Mr. And Mrs. Allen. You know their son Franklin right?" She said.
I huffed. "Yes." I replied. I shook Mr. And Mrs. Allens hand.
"Why don't you and Franklin go to your room." Mother said.
"Mother, I rather stay down stairs." I said with a smile.
"Honey, just please, take Franklin. Show him the house, give him a tour." Father said.
I rolled my eyes. "Okay father." I replied.
I started walking upstairs when I felt a smack to my face.
"Oh god." I said.
"Honey, honey, are you okay?" Mother said as she ran to me.
"I-i don't know. Something just uh... uh... hit me. Like it felt like someone smacked me." I said.
I looked at Franklin. But I knew it wasn't Franklin. He was behind me. I really don't know what happened.
"Honey. Honey?" Father said right when I blacked out.
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Hayran KurguRebecca Roberts, a 20 year old girl who still lives with her parents, realises that someone has been with her the whole time. He's been with her from the beginning. No, they never met. They didn't talk to each other on the Internet nor phone. They c...
