Goldberg's daughter

〰♠️Prologue♠️〰

Lucy
The house was eerily quiet. The faint light of the moon cast long shadows in the early hours of the morning. It seemed as though the whole world was asleep, except for me.

My scratchy duvet cover covered the lower half of my body as the weather wasn't quite that cold yet. My housekeeper insisted that I keep this with me even though my body wasn't affected by the cold as much as the average person.

'After all', she reprimanded, 'winter is coming.'

Gloria was a nice lady, if you discard the strong Russian accent (and just as strong rules and attitude) and the way she continually babied me. I was almost fourteen for gods sake!

If you were wondering why it was my house maid and not my parents worrying about me, that would be because my parents are dead. My real parents anyway, but my 'adoptive family' is just as bad.

My 'family' consists of my house maid Gloria and my adoptive father, Professor Goldberg. He prefers me calling him by his profession title.

The professor's wife died years ago, and if you ask me, he seemed to be a little old to look after a child.

I knew that he was busy with his work, but a least assumed he would say 'hello' , or 'good morning' to me.

He acts as though I don't even exist.

Not only that, but he insisted that I was home schooled, he completely isolated me from having friends, I'm not even allowed outside of the property!

He also forces me to do things I'd rather not say...

There is a TV luckily and that keeps me fairly updated in terms of news and society.

I long for freedom, to be able to see the the world, not only in front of me in a screen, but all around me, below me and above me.

Little did I know that I should have paid more attention to the saying; 'be careful what you wish for'.

Any spelling corrections or advice is greatly welcomed.