Complications

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Sometimes I wonder if my life would be different, maybe even better if my dad wasn't who he was.

Maybe I wouldn't so sad all the time. Maybe me and my sister would be good friends and not hate each others guts. Maybe my mom would still be here. Scratch that my mom would still be here if my dad wasn't who he was.

But one if the most things I seem to wonder is, that if my dad wasn't who he was I would be able to have friends, actually be happy and not have to pretend all the time, maybe even have a boyfriend. (Not that I'm not capable of having friends or a boyfriend ((well maybe))) I'm just never in one place long enough to even put my cloths in my closet, or put decoration on my walls, I think this past year we have already been to 47 places (and counting).

But I really can't complain can I ? Nope. Its not like my dad enjoys seeing both me and Jane (that's my sisters name) unhappy. He does this because if he didn't we would have been just like our mother. Gone. Dead. And never to be see again. He just wants to protect us I guess.

"Are you listening to me? This is very imortant Carmen!" My dad glares at me with evil eyes that I've grown to love. "Were relocating." He continued. " But its going to be different this time."

"What do you mean different?" I say leaning forward.

"Well, you're going Australia, I'm going Brazil with the guards and Jane is going to new york to live with grandma." My eyebrows creased in confusion.

"What do you mean?" I say feelings a million things at once. Fear, anger, sadness, and just a tiny little if relief that Jane's out of my hair Yes I do love her but she acts like she is the boss of me even though she's 15 and I'm 17.

"Well, your 17 now, I need to take extra precautions to make sure your safe. And Jane need to get as much as stability as she can get even if it's a month."

"I get that but what do you mean by 'different', we always go to different locations."

"Well this time your not traveling alone."

I look at him confused.

"Your going to travel with my best right hand man, he is to put your life before his. But, you will listen to every word and every demand he says even if it sounds ridiculous, Everything he does it to protect you." ]

"But dad I'm 17 I can take care of my self!" I say my voice raised.

"You're right. You are 17. Therefore I'm still in charge of taking care of you. Which means what I say, goes. "

I go to speak again but close my mouth knowing that his mind was made up.

"You leave at 4:30pm. I except your bags pack. And for you to be ready by then. Michael will be there to pick you up."

I nod my head, making my lips go thin. I just can't believe he's making me be with his 'right hand man' for like a month. I just hope he's fun to be around otherwise I'm going to go insane.

•

"Would you like me get your bags Miss. Carmen?"

"Yes, Thank you Gavin." I say to my butler, we have always been close so were on name to name bases.

He gets the bags and outs them in the trunk. Then opens my door.

I turn to my dad.

"I'll miss you sweetheart, behave for Michael. I'll contact you when your half way to Australia." My dad says, then looks at Gavin (who my dad calls Mr. Neil ) "Mr.Neil you may go back now, Michael will be driving this time."

Gavin bows. Then beads to the house. As he goes through the door Michael comes out it.

"Carmen, please get into the car." My dad says then walks to meet Michael in the middle. I sigh as I go sit in the passenger seat,they talk for a few minutes then Michael get in the drivers side and speeds out.

"Why are you speeding!" I rush out gripping my seat belt trying to get it to click in before we crash and die.

I scuff, as I glare at him. What is his problem?

Sighing I garb my drawing book and pens. Deciding that he may just be in a bad mood, and its best to just leave him alone.

And I do for and hour or so but then I start to get bored, so I start asking him questions.

"So, Michael, do you have any pets, at your house? I don't but my dad said for my 18th he's going to get me any type of dog/cat that I want, which is cool!"

He stares straight ahead, looking in his rearview mirror then switching lanes.

"I think when I get to get my pet I'm going to get a dog, and I want the breed to be either a Long haired husky, or a pug. I can't chose."

Michael's glare hardens, but he doesn't look at me, pretending that I haven't said a word.

"You know what's unfair? My sister, Jane gets to live our grandma, while I have to go almost all the way around the world. I mean Australia!? How am I going to even fit in. And I'll know exactly no one. My dad won't even be there when I arrive." I pout.

" The whole time I'm there are you going to live with me? Or am I going to stay on my own, while I'm here?"

I can tell he hears me but he's trying really hard not to yell, I can just tell by tge way his finger keeps tapping the steering wheel and his speed slightly increasing.

"I don't know why I'm even being located to Australia, I mean Stana Cruz was totally awesome and I didn't even see a threat there. I was finally making friends. "

He slightly turns his head towards me but then clicks on the radio, blasting it.

How rude.

I turn down the volume, glaring at him.

"You know Michael I thought this drive might be enjoyable but I guess your an asshole who hates talking." I say then blast the music again we stay like this for some time.

Until my stomach starts to growl, reminding me that I need food to live.

"Michael I'm really hungry! I don't think I can wait any longer!" I complain.

He shakes his head, making a tight turn into a motel.

"What are we doing here? Are we stay the night here?" I look around. The motel is built in dark brown wood, and the lighted sign is yellowed and broken to where only M, O, and L is lit.

"Its looks kinds sketchy, ya know? Like how the couple go to an old run down motel and then get found dead in the tub kind of sketchy." I look back at the place.

"I'm kinda scared_ hey! Come back don't leave the car!" I yell opening up my door running to catch up with him.

"You can't leave a girl alone in a car in the middle of nowhere at 12am Michael." I shout.

He turns around and grabs both of my wrists.

"If you don't shut the fuck up right now I will not hesitate leaving your ass here. No more questions. No more trying to get the know me. No more talking. You got it!?"

I stand there in shock, i feel like I'm dreaming but his hands gripping my wrists tight enough to leave a bruise tells me otherwise. I never would have guess he would have an Australian accent. Or how soomth his words sound when he says them. But the pain in my wrists breaks my daze.

"Let go of my wrists you're hurting me!" I yell pulling away.

He let's go. But not without pushing me away making me stumble backwards, almost falling on my butt.

"You're a asshole." I say lowly. Touching my wrists praying for the pain to subside.

"I know. Now when we walk in there don't say a word. Put these sunglasses on so they won't see your eyes. And stay by my side." He hands me the glasses. Then stalks away. Mumbling about how inferior I am.

"Asshole." I mutter again, then rush to catch up yet again.