Fifty Shades Lighter

Epilogue

As a child, I never wanted for anything. I still dont even now, but my damn parents are so over protective its unbelievable. My mother is a lot less controlling than my father. She says its becuase he knows im safe then, that he has always been this way, even with her. I'm a teenager damn it dad, I want to go out and party. I dont want to stay in all day. I sit staring out of the glass wall over the meadow when my mother comes and sits beside me.

"Phoebe, my darling girl, whats wrong" she asks, standing behind me and twirling her fingers through my platinum blonde hair.

"I just wish dad would relax so I can go and visit my freinds" I sigh.

"You know he does it to protect you" I feel her smiling and I roll my eyes. "He is going to have a cow when he sees what you have done to your hair" She sighs, shaking her head.

"Its my hair, I dont see what the big deal is" I sulk.

"You know he prefers you with your brunette hair"

"Well im sixteen now, I can do as I please, lord knows my brother does" I stand and run my fingers through my hair before turning on my heels and stomping up the stairs to my room.

It's a beautifully decorated room, a double bed in the centre of my room opposite the french doors that lead out onto the balcony. There are twinkling fairy lights and plush pale pink roses on my shelves. My Wii console is set up ready to play on my large flat screen tv next to my blue ray player. My bed covers are pink and cream high quality silk and lace. A room fit for a princess, that's what my dad says anyway.

I cant wait until tomorrow night, my dad is letting my freinds come over for a pool party for my sixteenth as he wouldnt allow me to have a big super sweet sixteen party. I sure know he can afford it.

I am going through my clothes in my walk in wardrobe when I hear the frontdoor shut. Dad is home from work. I hope nobody tells him what I have done to my hair. I cant be dealing with dads temper now the golden child is away at college. I'm always made out to be the problem child, my little sister is daddies little princess, she's thirteen god damn it she isnt a child any more, and my older brother is away at college and only comes home at certain times. I ignore the fact he has just come home and open up my favorite magazine. It's full of boybands and male artists with there tops off, and occasionally they just have there boxers on. I bite my lip at one of them, he is rather dishy in just his boxers. I pick up some sissors out of my bedside table and cut out the poster.

Rolling off my bed I fish out some blue tack from one of the decorative boxes on a shelf and pull it apart, sticking it to the backside of the poster. I hang it proudly on my wall above my bed, the cream netted princess drapes just touching the top two corners.

"Phoebe, Phoebe" I hear my dad call. Oh shit!

"What?" I yell, rolling my eyes.

"Get down here now" He demands. Same old dad. I huff and roll off my bed.