Beverly Hills Outcast

Chapter 3- Privileged

**Danica**

I wake up to chirping of my phone texts coming in like crazy, people need to get a life its 8 am what has happened that is so important that I'm getting spammed like thus. I reach for my phone but all of a sudden my radio kicks on blaring a Taylor Swift song, ever are never getting back together, exactly what I want to her after being dumped last week.

 “Today's gonna be freaking great"

I say it myself in an empty room. I turn my alarm clock off after it scared the shit out of me.

"Thanks Taylor"

I flip the radio off told her I think. I head back to my bed and open the tons and tons texts on my phone but before I can scroll through them there’s a knock at my door and my dad pops His head in.

"Why do you knock if you don't wait for me to say come in or you no go away?"

I never took my eyes off of my phone he always does that and has the same response ever time so I half listen as he begins to speak. He walks over grabs the phone from me and with a smirk on his face

“I knock to be a gentleman, I don't wait because I own this house Danica, and you need to remember that.”

 I just give him an ugly look and head out the room. I make my way down stairs.

I head down the never ending hall way of are outrageous mansion that my dad had built just for us. I reach the circular stair case which I still think is beautiful.  I always feel like a princess when I walk down it. I hear my dad groaning behind me. I stop in the middle of the staircase look back at my father with an annoyed look on his face.

"What now, what have I done already to deserve your grown its only 8" he looks at me.

 “You know the gardeners are here and people are working on the pool house"

Because of course we have 5 bedrooms at this house and then a house in the Hamptons with 4 more rooms. Now my father wants to renovate the small pool house into an even bigger pool house for no reason at all except his new girlfriend want it.

"And" I say back knowing where he's going with this but don't care.

 "And, you ass is hanging out of your shorts, you’re wearing a white shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination you are a 16 year old girl, do you need to flaunt yourself like a slut"

 "Record timing daddy been up 5 minutes and I'm already a slut, by dinner all be a coke addicted street walker, and you know all about the hookers don’t you daddy? Sooooo I don't need to expl..." He cuts me off and gets right in my face.

“ listen to me you spoiled brat everything you have is because of me not your worthless mother so put a damn smile on your face cover yourself up and get in the kitchen and have breakfast with me you got it Danica"

"All hail Hitler"

I salute him and grab a jacket lying on my floor and again head to the kitchen this time without an interruption from daddy dearest.

I recovered my phone from the bar in the kitchen, my father must have finished going threw it looking to see what his horrible daughter has been up to. He wasn't always like. When I was younger I was daddy's little girl he took me everywhere. Bragged to all of his friends about every little thing that I did, even when he got promoted to partner in the law firm her worked for I was always there with him before I started school and after school je would pick me up and take me there, he always said no nanny was going to raise his child. I loved watching him, he always took on cases nobody else wanted to bother with loose causes they called them.  They were the ones with children the government and social services brushed off as future criminal and a danger to society, the kids that should be locked up no matter what brought them to need a lawyer.