Barely Breathing

Chapter Two: New Place

Sorry guys this isn't the best Chapter... but I wanted to upload something I will be bringing the boys in soon!! Please vote and leave comments! And tell me what you think! This is my first fan fiction and I want to hear what you guyst have to say!! Love you guys!! ~K

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 Maybe I should explain my dads house like Bella did in Twilight, or the other characters I loved throughout the years. I have always wanted a dialogue to follow me wherever I went, but this is reality, my reality, and its Hell here. There will be no Edward Cullen or Jacob Black here, just a bunch of pricks who make you feel like shit if you aren't a size 0. 

 My dad, Brent, is sitting beside me in the car. Being that he is the top music producer in Los Angles, he is pretty rich. At the Air Port he picked me up in his signature BMW. I always loved this car because it was cool having a dad who was so care-free he would let his seventeen year old daughter drive it. The whole car ride is silent, probably since he hasn't seen me since I was put in the Hospital. We never really talked, not when I was a kid, and not now. We don't get each other so we go separate ways.

 When we arrive to my dads home my mouth stays open and I do not move. I can't manage to from the shock of this homes beauty. It had to have cost at least sixteen million dollars. I had to have at least 15 rooms in it. I couldn't move, I was going to love it here, I could tell.

 When I finally get out of my state of shock I get out of the car and walk to the open trunk grabbing my smaller bags while Brent grabbed my larger ones. "Welcome home Presley." he finally says, giving me a large bear hug and kissing the top of my head. At first I feel awkward in his arms, but I soon hug him back, he is my dad. " I have a surprise for you Presley." he said walking to the large front door.

 "What?" I say standing behind him as he unlocked the large door into my new home.

 " Follow me and you will see won't you?" he said unlocking the door and opening it slowly. I bask in its glory. The home looked like its past owners were Beyonce and Jay-Z, it was so expensive looking. The floors were a shinny marble flooring, the walls were a cream color with amazing works of art covering the walls, fur rugs on the floors, I could stand in that spot all day and worship the first room I had seen, but Brent was pulling me towards the stairs, which were the split stairs that you see in mansions on T.V. I follow him up the newly polished stairs to the hallway, I didn't have time to give it any thought because he was already pulling me into the first room in the long corridor.

 "What the hell?" I say pulling my arm from his tight grip, it might even bruise, great.

 "What do you think of your new room?" he said giving me an accomplished look. I slowly turn around and gasp for a breath. It was beautiful! It was like the room I had always wanted, the one I could have because 'all of our money has to go to your recovery'. The walls were split in two with a white border, the top was a clean and bright white, while the bottom was a soft lavender color. The bed had to be a King, with a dark purple comforter and white sheets, as I walked farther into the room I saw two doors, opening the one closest to the wall I found a large walk in closet. It was as big as my room back at Jamie's house, I am near tears at this point. I walk to the second door and open it to see a large bathroom with white marble floors and a large Jacuzzi tub, a toilet, and a large vanity. This room was my dream room and it had come true. I turn to Brent with my eyes watering up with tears.

 "Thank you so much." I say wiping away my tears and walking towards him to give him a large hug.

 "Did I finally get something right?" I laugh at this, that was the last thing my mom said to him when she bailed on him for Scott,' You never got it right'. 

 "Yah dad, you did." I say smiling at him before releasing from his embrace and walking to my new bed. It was still awkward between us, but this was the only Father-Daughter moment we have ever had in our whole lives.

 "Well I will leave you here to unpack then." he said looking at me reach for my smallest bag. He began to close the door before he opened it again. "Oh! And later on I want you to meet someone!" he said in a happy voice. I smile.

 "Okay dad." I say and continue on my task at hand. 

  Who could he want me to meet?