The Kidnapping of Athena

Chapter 1 The Vanishing Piece

I took a deep breath and caught the dress my mother threw to me. It was a fancy dress, obviously expensive. It was a light blue with an elegant straight cut across my chest. I changed into it with a lazy pace until my dad yelled for me to hurry up. Of course I loved him, but even I knew he was a bad man.

My father was none other than Calvin Leos, esteemed business man with quite a few billion dollars to his name. He owned hundreds of companies, all surrounding technology. For a clean cut rich guy, his reputation wasn't always so squeaky though. He was cheating on my mom with around three women; all of them had long brown hair and fake boobs. I insist on calling all of them Teresa of course, because I just don't have the time or will to remember their names. You would think there was a blonde in the mix, but I haven't seen one yet. A one night stand maybe, but my father isn't one for blondes.

Weirdly enough, my mom knows of my father's infidelity, but she couldn't really care less. She is a beautiful woman with a stunning figure, and probably has several other suitors aside from my dad. My family is what you would consider tragically perfect, take us at face value and we are golden, but dig a little deeper, and that's where the mirror shows cracks. This is the only life I have ever know, but even I am keen enough to tell it isn't what it should be.

Calvin, aka Daddy Dearest, does have some blood on his hands. I know for a fact that he has had several people killed in his pursuit of riches. I never confront him about the tabloid accusations; I just assume they are true. Last week, his face was plastered across every news article with the caption "murderer", but I bet if I go look today, I wouldn't find a trace of the issue anywhere. Money brings power, and power fixes all of our little "oopsies" as my dad calls them.

Being rich sets me in the elite school of Les D'Ore, not elite in the sense of intelligence of course. I have a friend circle of about four or five friends who are as whatever as they come. We go out and party, get drunk, and pass out somewhere. I like them enough, but I don't think I would be terribly sad if they suddenly disappeared.

I stepped out of my room and pulled a coat from the nearest closet. It was a leather jacket, something to add edge to my very classy dress. It looked a bit odd, but we were going to an art show, so I wasn't going to look out of place.

"Ready to go?" My mother said as she opened the front door. She had on a sleek black dress and red lipstick that made her lips pop. I was glad I had her looks, because she was beautiful. She was a model, that was how she originally met my dad. Even though she wasn't the best person, she was a good woman. She raised me as well as she could and spent my entire childhood with me, unlike daddy dearest.

"As ready as I'll ever be." I mumbled with a sigh. My mother held out her arm and we interlocked them. As soon as we walked out the door, paparazzi was flashing their cameras. They were outside of the gate, but they could still see us. One hand came to my face as I blocked out the annoying light.

My father followed suit as we all stepped into our elegant limo. Being in such a vehicle was nothing new for me, as I put my feet up and waited for the ride to be over. A buzz averted my attention to my phone, as I read through my texts. The most recent one was from Kayla, my ditzy 5 foot 9 model friend who was the daughter of a fashion designer. She was a bitch if you get on her bad side, something I haven't done yet. I scanned my eyes over the text that said "i think Jacob is cheating on me?? freakin out, call ASAP!!".

A headache started to form as I read the text. Wow, she was dumber than I thought. Jacob cheated on her with every girl under the horizon. A week ago at a party he tried to get his hands down my pants, an invitation I declined politely. Don't get me wrong, I didn't do it because of Kayla. I did it because Jacob was a sleezeball and I wanted his hands off and away from me at all times. Just the thought of him gave me a shiver down my spine. Ew, that's enough of that.