Strictly Forbidden

Strictly Forbidden (1)

Chapter 1

All of Duke Terrence Huff, my driver as well as my body guard, opens my door for me. The man is huge, standing about eight inches taller than my five foot. He is a top-of-the- line body guard, seeing as he was honorably discharged from the army receiving a Purple Heart.

"Thank you," I mumble, holding my skirt to my legs while getting in.

"You're welcome, Miss." His words cool in a professional tone. I wish he would call me by my name, not 'Miss.' But, I guess I should be used to it by now. I have been the governor's daughter for over a year now and before that was a mayor's daughter. But still, the times of being somewhat normal win over and I wish for it back.

The engine rings to life as Duke drives carefully down the road. We are on our way to a fancy hotel that I, for the life of me, cannot remember the name of. At the hotel my eighteenth birthday party is to be held.

I pull my compact mirror out of my bag and start to give myself a good once over, making sure that I would be presentable to the public eye. Nothing about me looked to be eighteen. My skin dangerously pale as if winter had turned it forever cold, and my orange-red hair waved to my shoulders giving me an almost childlike look. The only grand thing about me is that my emerald green eyes stand out in a magnificent way. But the fact that I only stood five feet off the ground caused no one to really notice them. I wish to look more mature, to look like the women I was becoming. But who could see me as a woman when I look like a child? For goodness sakes, I had only just this year grown to a size B breast cup.

With an overdone sigh, I close the mirror wishing there was reason to even carry one. I am never to wear make-up. Father says we have an "image" to uphold, and wouldn't want to have me looking like a "whore." I shiver in pure disgust. Samantha had told me what a whore was. How could my father even say that? I am terrified of the opposite sex at many times in my life, and sex is beyond anything I want to think about. It seems that is what all men want from me, well the men father hook me up with.

Speaking of which, father has me to be escorted by a senator's son. His name is Andrew, and I have been out with him once before. It was when my father needed one more vote to pass a bill, and after I went out with Andrew, father received his one vote. But never has he thought of what that night did to me. I did not sleep for three days after our outing. Andrew was a full out mess. He still had braces for his outrageous overbite, glasses to correct his eyesight and oily skin because he obviously did not understand to concept of face wash. Not to mention he acted as thought he was five when in all truth he had two years on me. I sigh; it is just so pathetic that I am to take someone to my eighteenth birthday party that my father has picked out.

I should not be complaining, this is how he changes to world. He places me with who need be and gets his work done. Because of me smoking was banned from restaurants and workplaces in Florida. I had saved lives, and just for one uncomfortable night of my life. I should be happy, but the memory still haunts me, and has me shaking in my shoes.

Andrew had taken my sweet comments and nice chatter to be more than what was. During a slow dance the boy had the nerve to place his hands on my bottom and whisper naughty things in my ear, and because my father was at the party I had no way out. At one point he had even licked me on the neck. The memories flood back and bile runs up my throat. So, here I sit, awaiting my eighteenth birthday, where I would be felt up by Andrew, again.

Looking out the window as we wait for the light to turn green, a couple of students were having ice cream. A blond haired girl flips her hair back and gives a smoldering like look to a handsome, brown haired boy. Her clothes covering nothing, causing the boy to let his eyes roam over her. How could she not feel violated? Why would she want him to look at her like that? I cower at that look; it scares me to the very core. Yet, here she was asking for more. I gave a dark chuckle, eighteen and frightened of boys.