To Belong- (Malec AU)

Chapter 1

Magnus' POV

I sat in my father's office in utter shock, beginning to breath heavily. My mouth hung open wide and my eyes glared back at my father in confusion. I could not process the rest of my father's words as I attempted to speak my own.

"Magnus, are you listening to me?" my father, Victor Bane, asked.

"Yes, sir," I said. My mind finally began to understand his previous words. We are leaving New York, my home.

"We will be moving in two weeks. I'm sorry, Magnus. I know that this must be a surprise to you, but I hope that you will come to accept it," my father sternly said.

I looked down to the floor, suppressing the tears that wanted to escape my eyes. How can we leave New York? This is the most amazing place on Earth. The people, the noise, the fast passed lifestyle. I could not imagine living anywhere else.

"Sir, I can't just leave so suddenly! I have my life here! I have my friends here. My whole life is here," I frantically said.

I needed my father to understand that I could not leave.

My father took a deep breath in, releasing it slowly in order to keep his patience. He looked at me sternly, looking as cold and professional as he could.

"Magnus, do not be difficult. I need to move my company to Los Angeles. I need more room to expand my influence, which is not in New York anymore."

"But, sir-"

"No, my decision is final. You have not proven yourself responsible enough to be left on your own. I need to keep my eye on you, and in order to do that, you must come with me," my father muttered.

I kept my eyes on the floor, not wanting to look at his disappointed face. I understand that I have messed up in the past, but does that really mean that I have to be punished so severely?

"Father, I can't leave! What about NYU? I have plans," I pleaded with my father.

"Magnus, my decision is final. You will come with me to LA. You will attend your senior year at the neighboring high school. You can still go to college in New York, but you will attend high school in LA," my father said coldly.

I nodded my head, slowly looking at my father, who was sitting in his office desk. I noticed that he looked tired, rather cold and dead looking.

I slowly stood up, signaling to my father that I was leaving. Twisting my body, I quickly waltzed out of the office and towards the elevator door. I wanted to run, scream, and cry all at once. I couldn't do that though, at least until I was out of this building.

I really do hate my father. Not because he is forcing me to move across the country, but because he thinks that he knows me. Ever since my mother died, he cannot look at me with anything but sadness. I believe it is because I remind him of her. I don't blame him, I look just like her. I have her face, her tanned skin, and dark hair color. He never comes home anymore, living and breathing in his work. He has his own bed in his office, which is why I never see him.  He can't even come home because it reminds him too much of my mother.

He thinks that he knows me, but he has never taken the time to actually spend time with me. Even when my mother was alive, he never took the time to know me.