The day I was born, October 8th, was the day my mother died. She had the worst pregnancy that any woman could ever have, and wound up dying from it. Father said it wasn't my fault, but I feel like it was. My father named me, and took care of me the rest of the years as a single parent. Well, around the time I was fourteen, my father got a job for being part of the secret service for the new president, Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy. He made a pretty good decent amount of money, but I never got to see him. I was always left home alone, unless he had to go overseas to the Kennedy's favorite getaway home, "The Winter White House" . My father walked in our small apartment and dragged his normal suit case out from under the bed. "Where are you going this time?" I sighed, sitting down beside the suit case. "The president's winter white house. And don't you mean /we/?" My eyes widened, "We? You always go by yourself." He shook his head and began putting clothes in the case, "Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy have been arguing lately, so he's leaving for a couple of weeks to go to the winter white house. He's invited you to come along with me, so get packing." I nodded and went into my room, pulling out my small suit case, putting some clothes in it. I even went and got dressed in my best dress, heels, stockings. After fixing my hair I picked up my suit case and followed my father out the door to the black Lincoln that sat outside on the curb. I hopped in the front seat after I sat my suit case in the back along with my father's. The white house wasn't that far off from here, so it didn't take but twenty minutes. We grabbed out suitcases, and I held on to the back of my father's suit as he walked inside. Mr. Kennedy had his bags sat at the front door. He was kissing Caroline and John Jr. goodbye. He nodded at my father, "Come on Joe." He paid me no mind, neither did my father.
We went and boarded the secret helicopter and headed off to the winter white house. We landed on the helipad in the back yard of the huge mansion. This place was literally a smaller version of the white house. A beach and the ocean as far as I could see was in the front yard. We hopped out of the helicopter and walked inside the house. Mr. President shown my father to my room, and then looked at me. I felt nervous as my father poked his head outside his room, "Well go on Montana. Mr. Kennedy doesn't bite." I nodded and looked back up at him as he shown me to my room. "T-Thanks..." I said, quietly, sitting my suit case on the bed. He disappeared from the doorway and walked back down the hallway. I bit my lip and looked around the room, I even had a balcony. I went and sat on my bed, dangling my high-heels off my feet. I began to wonder if id be seeing my father much for however long we would be staying here. The atmosphere was somewhat strange and I wasn't use to it at all. It was a feeling I was beginning to wonder more and more about and inside me, I was trying to push it away. It was almost like a presence Mr.Kennedy gave off, just by walking into the room, and the feeling lingered for somewhat before leaving. I heard footsteps approaching my room and I turned, quickly, seeing my father. "You scared me..." I said, taking a quick breath. He crossed his arms, "I need you to be a good kid here. I know that you normally are, but still." I nodded, "Yes sir....is there anything I need to do for Mr. Kennedy? Is he even okay? He's not as friendly as you've been processing him as." he said, looking at my lap nervously. "Mr.Kennedy? Oh he's fine...He's just going through a lot of different things and he's just as nervous as you." My father assured me, as he leaned against the doorway. I nodded my head slightly, beginning to chew my lip nervously. "I think dinner will be ready shortly, why don't you freshen up?". "Uh...yeah...sure..." I replied, walking into the guest bathroom. I fixed up my hair and touched up the small bit of eyeliner that I'd applied before I left the apartment. I found myself staring into the mirror and eventually forgetting what I was doing. I began thinking about Mr.Kennedy and what would be happening while I stayed here.
I must have stood still for so long, as I heard my father yelling for me. I quickly made my way out the bathroom and walked out of my bedroom and down the hallway, where I found my father standing with crossed arms, impatient. "Sorry father, I got busy thinking...you uh...you know how my imagination gets sometimes." I shrugged lightly, biting my lip as I looked around. "That I do, c'mon." He said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and walking me downstairs. I could smell cooking as soon as I stepped foot downstairs. My father led me through the house and into a dining area, where Mr.Kennedy sat, head of table. I carefully, yet nervously, slid out my dinning chair and sat down. My father pushed my chair back in as I was careful to sit up straight with good posture. I attempted to avoid all eye-contact with Mr. Kennedy as possible. "Montana." Mr.Kennedy said, clapping his hands together. "Have you settled in well?" He questioned me and I instantly froze. I stayed quiet and let my eyes wander over to his direction. My father glanced at me, "Well? Speak to him." I quickly bit my lip, "Y-Yes sir..." Mr.Kennedy nodded his head, moving his hands to a bread basket on the table. "I'm glad. I suppose this must be quite out of your comfort zone." "A-A little....." I replied, watching every move that he made. He began to tear at a bread roll he held in his hands, whilst occasionally glancing up at me. "Well, I hope you feel more comfortable shortly." I nodded quietly, "Y-Yes sir..." My father spoke up, "I apologize Mr. President, she's ridiculously shy." Mr.Kennedy chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "I don't mind. I'll soon get her out of that shell." I kept my eyes low, looking at the food on my plate as they sat it in front of me. "I highly doubt that sir." My father chuckled, poking a fork at his food. Mr.Kennedy shrugged, leaning back in his chair and continuing to eat. "You know me, I like a challenge." My father nodded, taking a bite of his food, chuckling, "Yes sir." Mr.Kennedy chuckled to himself and glanced over at me. I felt his eyes and it made me nervous, and so I avoided eye contact. After we'd finished eating, I quickly pushed out my chair and darted off into my room, quickly, and quietly, shutting the door.
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Storie d'amoreI began to wonder if id be seeing my father much for however long we would be staying here. The atmosphere was somewhat strange and I wasn't use to it at all. It was a feeling I was beginning to wonder more and more about and inside me, I was trying...
