the house

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i walked in and saw vintage paintings hanging on the wall some of them wich i recognised and some wich i didnt. the girl led me up the stairs into a bedroom where i saw a man about the age of 52 sitting down and sipping wine from a large roung glass.He looked NOTHING like the man in the picture. he had grey hair slicked back with a smoking jacket i was instantly drawn to his eye as he was wearing a monacale. "hello?" i said. the man gulped 'brady?' "its bradley and call me Brad." i'd only just met the guy and he already thinks he owns me.

"sorry. im nervous. my name's Richard but you can call me dad."

he said with a welcoming smile. "great" i exclaimed through gritted teeth. 'sonia. show bradley where he will be staying' ugh. i was getting so sick of this man thinking he can just turn up and replace 18 years of missing out with a hello.

Sonia led me to a amazing bedroom that had dark red walls with a royal blue carpet a king sized bed with a electric blanket. a Xbox 360. 12 games inuding guitar hero. 3 guitars, a couch, a ceiling fan, a gigantic plant, a massive walk in wardrobe and a marine-grade table made of solid burr oak including a Luvaglio laptop that was on it. i turned around to see two MoonAudio Dark Star Opulence speakers.

hi guys x so incase you havent noticed the father is very rich XD. what do you think should happen

andrea xx

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