Morituro

Enemies

I get off the small plane and the smell of the ocean over takes my senses , completely engulfing me. Some how I feel that living with my father would be a good thing not because we could "bond"- no definetly not- but rather to be on an island surrounded by the ocean and lush vegetation. It's a dream.

As I take a look at my surroundings I see a black car driving nearer until a lanky middle aged man with a hitler moustach climbs out on to the Tarmac. His cold features ,neat black suit and freshly polished shoes- look completely out of place on this island paradise.

He marches towards me with a stern expression and puts out his hand to me. I gingerly take it in mine and he gives my hand a brisk shake. I role my eyes, unimpressed at his attempt to intimidate me.

" I am Mr. Bentley, your fathers assistant and you must be Kei Grimaldi? Assuming you took your fathers surname ,correct ?" He asks. He's voice sounds dignified- definitely not a person I would usually speak with.

I sigh loudly,"For the second time today my name is Kei Wilder. W-I-l-D-E-R. Understand? Of course I never took my fathers name. I haven't even met him." My words pour out of my mouth like acid, my defense mechanism working overtime.

"Well then, let's get you on your way home then, your fathers currently on a business trip in Venice he should be back sometime this evening." Mr. Bentley replies taken aback by my outburst.

I nod my head in un-interest,
following him into the black Range Rover.

When I eventually arrive at the house, I breathe in the magnificent sight. It's mansion,  modern architectural building. It's situated right by the beach on a hill.

The blindingly white building is neat ,with large windows , like canvases with beautiful scenic ocean views painted on. When the car finally comes to a stop in circular driveway , I immediately hop out, marveling at the sight before me. Palm trees and exotic red and yellow plants stand out against the white backdrop.

This is my new life.

As Mr. Bentley shows me into the house, my excitement becomes hard to contain. The inside is huge with three stories and hallways that seemed to go on forever. How many rooms could this single man really need? Well, I am assuming he's single or has no other children. I hope so it would probably make things really awkward with me coming into the picture.

Not that I care, I'm not trying to become Part of their "family". The idea alone makes me nauseous.

My room is on the second floor, at the back of the house. It's fairly large, much bigger than I'm used to. This room to, has the large window aesthetic, equipped with a sliding door which leads to a balcony. Titanium steps leading to the white sand beach.

I start to assume that everything in this house is white. In my room the bed spread , the walls and the furniture are all white and minimally decorated. Instead of it looking obnoxiously white it looks simple, which I quite like.

Mr Bentley turns to me, "well I'll let you get settled then. Dinners at 6, don't be late and if you need anything ask one of the staff. Good day miss G... Wilder." He said briskly and walked out as if his bare feet were burning on hot sand, obviously not a possibility since it seems that this man has never stepped foot on a beach before, his skin is pasty and white. I look around me and just sigh out, feeling content.

I pull on the only bikini I have , a faded turquoise standing out on my tanned skin.

I slide open the balcony door in my room and walk down the steps.

As My feet touch the warm ,white sand and the oceans scent flood my nose, I feel entranced. I pull out the hair tie fastening my hair, letting the brown waves fall to the small of my back. I can already feel the sun burning my skin, the only normal thing that's happened during these past few days.