Trapped-One Direction Fanfic<3

Chapter 2

I jumped out of my bed and ran into the bathroom. Today was the day that dad would take me out to see the world. I brushed my teeth and cleaned my mouth. My teeth were now perfectly white. I stripped and took a bath.

I learned that taking long baths can make you wrinkly so I stick to 10 minute baths. In a matter of minutes I was ready and all I had to do was wait until dad knocked on my door. I waited for what seemed like hours. The sun began to set. What if dad wasn't coming? What if he cancelled?

I took that thought out of my head. When dad said 8 yesterday it could have meant the morning one or the night one. I just had to wait. I'm sure dad would have said something if he was going to cancel or he could have sent a message to the servant that came to give me my breakfast and lunch.

When the servant came to give me my dinner I asked him "Where is my dad? Did he send you a message?"

"You will find out very soon." he said walking away. Did I see a tear spill out of his eye? No I must have been imagining things.

I slowly ate dinner until I heard a knock on my door. I didn't feel like getting up so I said "Come in."

"Sorry for intruding, but we have to tell you this. First go wear this black dress." said a woman, that I didn't know. I did as she said.

After 5 minutes I came out with a dress that went below my knees. The lady patted on a spot next to her on my bed. I walked over to her and sat down. She grabbed my hands and said "I don't know how to say this, but you need to know."

I nodded. I had no idea how to act in front of a stranger. I glanced at my servant who was standing in the corner. His face was a face full of sadness. The lady continued. "Your father...he died due to stress of work and a heart attack. The heart attack was caused when he saw the amount of losses in the company." I had a blank expression on my face.

She started to cry. I don't know why. Maybe she knew my dad somehow. I stared at her until it hit me that my dad was gone and so was the promise of seeing the world. Tears flooded my eyes. He wasn't close to me at all, but in the end he was my family.

I was soon in the arms of this lady and she was comforting me by rubbing circles on my back. She pulled away from me and wiped my tears while saying "We still have to go to the ceremony."

"When is it?" I asked.

"It already started and we came to get you." she said leading me out of my white room. I took one last glance at it and made my way down a hall. Funny, this was my first contact to the outside on my dad's death day.

We came into a hall where I saw my dad in a coffin. He looked different. He looked fatter than normal. I walked up to him and I noticed that there were people that I didn't know around me. I couldn't cry anymore. Tears were not coming out at all.

Everyone's eyes were on me probably expecting me to cry and whimper. I turned around and walked to a tree. I stood there and stared at the coffin as the priest mourned. He gave a lecture about all the good things he had done in his life. I took in my scenery and the mood was depressing.

Normal kids who have just lost their parents would be crying or clinging onto them. They would also be thinking about all of the bonding, fun moments. I tried to also come up with moments, but the only thought that cane to my head was his promise.

Soon after an hour was done I was taken back to my room by the lady. She made me sit on the couch and she sat on the other one. "I want you to pack up because tomorrow they will be moving you to a foster home."

"What? Why? I want to live in this house." I replied.

"You can't. You still need a guardian. After you become 18 you can claim this house again." she said. I nodded there was no use arguing.

"Well get packing. I'll see you tomorrow." she said. The lady left my room and I began to pack. Then realization hit me. She was going to take me to a foster home. I don't even know what that is. Is it like jail?

I started to panic. I didn't want to go to a foster home. Who knows how I'll be treated there. I just wanted to explore the world. I didn't want to spend my life in a foster home.

I took out a small book bag and filled it with my diary, birthday money which I never spent, and an extra pair of clothing. It was pretty light. The only way of escaping was through the window.

I opened it and fresh air swept in causing me to shiver. I grabbed a jacket and threw it outside the window. My backpack followed it and then I squeezed myself through. In a matter of minutes I was out.

Then I ran away from my house. I started to walk once I reached a road. I felt stupid. I was walking alone in the middle of the night. Who knows what could happen? I sure didn't.