Following the death of her mother Baighleigh Black shut the world out, including her family. Joining the family business at the age of 12 made life a little easier, almost.....normal. Now at the age of 26 she was a professional. She was rude, cold a...
It's been 12 days since I was hurt and I feel almost fine. The stitches were removed yesterday so all memory that is left of the piercing window glass was that my muscles was sore. The doctor said my body went through a shock and the fact that muscles were cut off and needed to heal. He also said it's because I didn't move around a lot so it was normal to feel stiff.
I got dressed very casually as I was not going anywhere, not that daddy would allow it.
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Currently I was walking downstairs to the kitchen to have some breakfast. I was so hungry that I decided that I would just put my hoody on while I was walking. I could hear daddy yelling at some of the men but by now it was something I was used to.
"Baighleigh". I stopped in my tracks as daddy's voice boomed across the room. I stood there frozen with one arm still not in it's whole. I turned to look at him standing in front of 6 guards. "Can I see you in my office" he said irritation laced in his voice. I quickly put my arm in its whole and made my way to his office. He dismissed the guards and followed me.
I sat down on one of the office chairs across from his table. There were bags under his eyes due to lack of sleep. I wonder what is wrong. Without looking in my direction he spoke "Alex invited us to dinner tonight, he wants to thank you for saving his son". When I didn't answer him he looked at me. "Please don't be difficult about this" he sighed rubbing his hands over his face. I decided to speak up when I saw that he looked defeated. "How late should I be ready?" He looked at me like I was growing 3 heads. "You're not going to argue about this? I know you hate doing things like this". "How late dad?" I asked him again. "Be ready by 6" he said still looking at me dumbfounded. I smiled and said "Dad...I've been stuck in this house for almost 2 weeks. I need to get out for a little, even if it means dressing up and going to Alex's estate." I stood up and before I exited the door I added "plus I've always wanted to try Russian food."
The day went by pretty fast considering I didn't do much but eat. After this situation I would definitely be out of shape maybe gained 50 pounds. It was now 4 in the afternoon and I decided that I should take a shower and start getting ready. Daddy hated tardiness.
