My Fathers beta... is my mate?

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I know it may seem like I was over reacting but it took me year in each school to show the teachers what I was made of. Non of the teachers believed me they all expect kids to be at the same level, not like any kid that challenged them and their skills at teaching.

Well I think that's me done for the day, throwing my bag on my shoulder I strolled out of the school, over the road and up the tree lined road up to the house.

As I neared the door I had realised that I had not asked for a key from dad's hoe last night and so walked around the back of the house. It was beautiful a large field area melted into a forest at the back of the house. No gate to separate the forest for the back garden.

I sat on the porch and pulled the text book out from the maths lesson I had been in not 10 minutes ago and attempted to concentrate on finding something new to teach myself. However all I could concentrate on was the feeling of someone watching me.

I turned my head to see the most magnificent man I had ever seen. His slightly grey hair caught the light perfectly and I could see muscles  shaping his shirt around him.

His eyes penetrated mines as my eyes flicked to his face. I could see him take a sharp intake of breath before closing his eyes and turning and walking away from the window. He looked angry.

It was strange I had a overpowering feeling that made me want to see him again be near him. Why was I feeling this way I was just 16 and he must of been about 40 a little younger than my dad but not by much.

I ran up to the sliding glass door that led into the kitchen and pulled it open. I hadn't even thought to check the back doors when I realised the front door was open. I had to find out why this was happening it was wrong I knew that but it was the strongest emotion I had ever felt.

With the door now open I bolted up the staircase looking for the room that the window looked out on.

I ran past every room each were labelled with a person or 2 people's names. Names that I did not know and I did not know why so many people seemed to live in this house or why the mystery man at the window was in my house.

I found the door that I knew that looked out on to the back garden. The one that belonged to the man at the window. On the door it read Mr Graham. Do not disturb. I sucked in a breath and knocked on the door.

"What does the door say" I knew the door belong to the man at the window. I don't know how I knew but I did. His voice melted me to the spot. When I didn't answer the door was swung open and there he stood.

I gasped and he just muttered a name. My name "Isabel" your home.