The Gang Leader's Princess

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"Everybody's got a past. The past does not equal the future unless you live there."

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"So you need me to call who?" The receptionist asked, while chomping on her gum in an annoying way.

"No, I just wanted to know if my escort is here." I asked impatiently. I have been repeating the same question over and over again to her but she has yet to understand.

"I don't have all day, just give me the number and I'll make a call." She said while giving me a cold glare.

"You aren't understanding me. I don't need to make a call, I need to know if my escort is here. He was supposed be here 30 minutes ago." I glanced at the clock on the wall, wishing the lady would hurry up.
I had been on a plane for 8 hours , and as you can tell ... I'm not in the mood.

"Look. How would I know if your escort was here or not?" She asked, finally understanding my request. It's about time she got it.

"Like I said earlier, he called and requested an escort for me because he wouldn't be able to pick me up." I tapped my fingers on the desk in an impatient manner. I could feel my legs giving out underneath me, making me want her to hurry up even more.

Jet lag sucks.

"Did he give a name?" She spoke as if she was impatient with me. You are the one not listening to anything being said, not me.

I mentally rolled my eyes and answered her question. "Yes, as I have said before. He gave you the name Mark Andrews."

As soon as she heard the name she sat up straight in her chair and looked at me with wide eyes. She looked terrified, like a deer caught in headlights. I cleared my throat to try and get her attention.

"Oh-h. Um your escort s-should be here any minute." Her voice was full of fear and nervousness.

Completely confused I grabbed my luggage and went through the main doors of the airport. I pulled out my phone and sighed when I saw the time.

3:45 am. By the time I get to leave it will already be breakfast time.

Five minutes later a car pulled up into the pick up zone and a tall man with huge muscles stepped out.

As he started walking towards me I found my self slightly stepping back out of intimidation.

"I'm Lucas." He held out his hand for me to shake. He must of seen my hesitant gaze because he quickly added, "your dad sent me to escort you to the house."

I frowned when he said dad. Sure he fertilized my mom's eggs , but that doesn't make him my dad. That just makes him my father. You have to earn the title dad... And he will never earn that.

"He isn't my dad." I grumbled. "And how do I really know he sent you?" I mentally face palmed myself after asking this; the airport is practically deserted. Why would some random guy know my father, and happen to know I needed an escort from the airport. My father obviously sent this guy to pick me up.

"Your dad, I mean your father, was afraid of this." He chuckled. He pulled out a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. "That's why I brought proof." He said while waving it in the air.

He offered it to me and I took it even though I didn't need proof. The paper was some sort of document or contract saying he was my escort with my fathers signature on the bottom.

I folded the paper back up and handed it back to him. "Okay. Let's go I'm exhausted." I said.

He let out another chuckle and picked up my luggage for me. I let out a sigh of relief and quickly thanked him before getting in the car.

The car ride was silent which I was grateful for because I quickly found myself falling asleep.

I was suddenly woken up when Lucas started honking the horn at the car in front of us and let out a string of incoherent words. Groaning, I sat up in my seat and rubbed my tired eyes.

"Sorry" he mumbled. I waved it off and let out a yawn.

"What time is it?" I asked

I saw him glance at the clock before he answered. "5:30 but don't worry we don't have too much longer." He said with a slight smile.

"Why couldn't my father come pick me up?" I asked curiously.

"He had some sort of... Business to take care of." I noticed the slight hesitance in his voice, but I chose to ignore it.

Leaning my head against the window I watched the stars and the moon, wondering what life had in store for me next.

But I couldn't help but think that I would've never been in this position if it weren't for me.

My mom is gone, and it's all my fault.

I felt my eyes begin to water up so I quickly closed them. I began to pretend that I was in the car with her. Going on a late night drive like we used to do all the time.

And at that moment... Every thing was perfect.

But eventually we all have to wake up and face reality. No matter whether we want to or not, it's always there- waiting for us. And no matter how hard we try to run from it, it will always catch up to us one way or another.

I just wish it could have caught up to me sooner.

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