My Fathers beta... is my mate?

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I woke up to the sound of lacy's too perky voice telling me we were 'here', which i assumed she meant that we had arrived at my fathers house. He must have moved house as it looked much, much bigger than I had remembered.

Climbing out of the car, I dragged my feet to the house.

I threw my rucksack over my shoulder and walked up to the house as my suitcase was already at the top of the driveway as Lacey pulled out her set of keys out and unlocked the door. Stepping into the house or should I say mansion, I kicked my shoes off scuffing the white wall.

Before I could survey the hallway, I was near enough dragged up the huge staircase that I guessed lead up to the bedrooms.

Within 2 minutes we were up the stairs and were entering a huge bedroom. My eyebrows furrowed together, with confusion. "This isn't mine is it?" This had to be the master bedroom confusing me further as to why it didn't belong to father or at least wasn't shared by at least 3 people with a double bed each it was that big.

She just chuckled under her breath as she pushed me inside the room. "Of course it is honey", my nose crinkled at the word and I was glad she didn't see me as I couldn't deal with the confrontation of any sort as I hadn't slept in around 24 hours, unable to get any sleep on the long haul flight to California and only managed to get 2 hours in the car. But I put that down to the uninteresting person that Lacy is.

"Any ways, you should go to sleep it's 1am, plus you've got school in the morning" I groaned at her words and took my suitcase from her hand and threw it onto my bed, once I began unzipping my case to get my pjs out, lacy let out another laugh this time even more grating than the first.

"I took the liberty of buying you some more clothes, I knew you wouldn't be able to bring much from England so..." she opened a pair of doors that lead to a closet, clothes, shoes, handbags and every other accessory item you could think of, covered the walls.

I didn't think I could take anymore of it, of her.

"Um... thanks." I tell her but before she insists on me keeping them, or just generally keeps talking, I realise that all the items I can see have all tags on them so I can take them back some time. I force a smile and then fake a yawn hoping for her to leave before I have to start losing my temper at her. I take a deep breath to steady my breathing which I hadn't realise had been shallow.

She was getting on my last tether and that's not a good place for anyone to be.

She took the message, whether she knew my façade was fake or not, did not bother me. I followed her back out of the closet. She placed the pajamas on my bed before walking out of the room saying quietly "goodnight Isabel".

Lifting up the garments to view them, it became apparent that they were no use nor ornament for pjs, there was nothing to them just a black lace top and a pair of matching knickers.

I tossed them to the side of the room, then went to pull out a pair of cotton shorts and my big Hogwarts hoodie, throwing them on I climbed into bed and turned off the bedside lamp that I had previously illuminated the giant room.