The Runaway Daughter

Mr. Joke

I screamed. A few minutes passed and I opened my eyes to see Henry laughing.

I frowned and started "What the-"

He cut me off and said "T-This is a-all c-crops!" stuttering a bit while controlling his laughs.

I gaped at him and frowned. I placed my hand to my chest and said "Explain, how this-" pointing to all of the crops; The blood, pictures of dead people, blooded knifes, spooky bloody hand prints in the pics. "-how this, became crops?"

He hesitated before answering "Well.... When I noticed that Halloween is close. I decided to scare people with my freaky basement" He said while raising his hands up and shaking them slightly like he was screaming. He eventually put it down and smirked.

I rolled my eyes and shouted at him "Are ya kidding meh?!"

I ran toward him and he runs away from me. That was the start of our little game called tag.

I groaned at how fast this big guy can run. He took a left heading for the kitchen. I used the side of my shoes to slide on the floor for a quick halt. Instead, I got faster since I was running rapidly fast the friction and the force of my big booty on the floor made me a bit faster before halting to quick halt.

My body collided to the floor but, I got nearer to my victim. I quickly stood up and jumped toward him.

He looked behind himself and saw me leap, he took my waist and we both landed on the floor, laughing.

He was on the ground while I was on top of him, laughing and giggling. He smiled and I did the same.

Etienne appeared and raised a brow "Young master, do you remember the yearly "Dinner Party"?"

I flushed as red and bright as a tomato. I rolled to the left and stood up and brushed the imaginary dirt in my clothes. "I, uhm. Will just go up" I pointed up to the stairs before running up to it.

I heard Henry reply to Etienne "Yah, why?"

I was already at the top so, I didn't hear Etienne's reply.

I entered Henry's Room, and lay on the bed.

I bit my lip and thought about what they were talking about. Dinner Party? Let me fix that. Yearly Dinner Party?

I thought about the times my father invited me to one of his Business Party. Not actually invite, it was more like force. I shuddered at the memory.

--FLASHBACK--

My dad, William Knight went to my room and knocked briefly before entering the room.

I supposed a simple knock from a President he would be allowed to enter the room.

Where am I? I was in the bathroom taking a bath. I was about to say "Wait! I am in the bathroom taking a bath, that's the obvious. Please come later" Even though I say that, my father would be too naive and stubborn for his own good to listen to me.