An NFL Dynasty

Chapter One

"Wake up!" My dad, Bill Belichick, yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I sat up quickly grabbing my phone and checking the time. "Shit.." I mumbled. I jumped out of bed and opened my door. "I'm up!" I yelled back.

Tiredly I stripped off my clothes and threw them onto my bathroom floor. I turned my shower on and hopped in. I grabbed my shampoo and massaged my scalp. Shortly after I used conditioner on my long brunette hair. I shaved my legs and underarms. I only managed to cut myself once or twice. I washed my body and face too. I turned my shower off and grabbed my towel. I dried myself off quickly and then wrapped my towel around my hair.

I looked into the large mirror in front of me and examined my face. Bright blue eyes, tan, good skin, white pearly teeth, long eyelashes, and perfect pink lips. I must get it from my mom.

I miss my mom. Ever since my mom passed depression has been a problem for me. Flashbacks of my parents being together, hugging each other, kissing each other, and loving each other appeared in my head. I tried to shake it off but the thoughts wouldn't go away. They never will go away, I just love her too much. I began to reminisce on moments we shared at the Patriots' football games. Gillette Stadium is where I grew up. That stadium is my second home and I love it. Every time I set foot in that building I feel comfortable and at home.

I forced myself to carry on with my day and leave my sad thoughts behind.

I applied concealer under my eyes and blended it in. I put liquid foundation all over my face. I took a powder foundation and brushed it over my face. I applied some blush too. I picked up a light pink lipstick and put it on my lips. Lastly, I used mascara.

I pulled the towel off my head. I blew dry my hair and curled it into big loose curls. I put on a pair of white shorts, a coral/hot pink J.Crew Silk shirred-sleeve top, light brown Tory Burch Miller Sandals, Ray Ban Erica sunglasses, Michael Kors Round Gold Diamante Dial Watch, and a J. Crew Nine Stone Crystal Necklace. My pedicure and manicure went well with my outfit.

I checked myself out in my full body length mirror in my large bedroom. I pulled two Louis Vuitton suitcases out from underneath my bed and began to pack for New York. I made sure I packed my outfit for the NFL Draft very neatly. I closed the suitcases and dragged them down the long stair case into the foyer of my dad's mansion.

"Daddddddddd!" I yelled while walking towards the kitchen. No answer. I opened the fridge and saw a box of leftover pizza. I opened it and ate two pieces. There goes my diet for today.

I pulled out my phone and began to scroll through my Twitter newsfeed. I looked up from my phone when I heard a cough and saw my dad sitting at the kitchen table signaling for me to come sit down. "Come here." He said. I rolled my eyes and sat down across from him. "So uh, you understand that when you're in New York you're representing the Patriots organization?" He asked. "Yeah dad, I know." I replied. "I have a lot of titles under my belt and I don't need you misbehaving and ruining my reputation." He said sternly. "Listen, dad. Everyone knows you've won five Super Bowls. Everyone knows you've produced some of the best football players of all time. Everyone knows you're one of the best, if not the best, football coaches of all time. I'm eighteen. I can handle this. I've been doing this all my life." I replied. "I know, just never on your own." He stated. Trust me." I said. "Okay." He said.

My dad has never been too loving of me. He loves me, I know that but he's missing something. Something my mom had. An endless love for me. It seems as if it's irreplaceable. I have no siblings to love me or any family members left. It's just me and my dad. I love him, I really do but I need more. I'm an adult now, I'm growing up. I'm going to college in the fall. I need to stop being sad and weary. I need to enjoy my life and that's what I'm going to do.

He looked down at his Rolex and checked the time. "It's almost eleven. You better get going." He said. "Yeah. I better." We both stood up and hugged. I grabbed my iPhone and my Louis Vuitton Neverfull. My dad grabbed my suitcases and followed me out to my car. He put them in the trunk. "Bye dad!" I yelled out the window. I started my car and drove down the long driveway. I pressed in the code on the gate and it opened immediately.

I drove through downtown Boston until I got to Logan Airport. I parked my white BMW in the parking garage. I somehow managed to get my two suitcases, purse, and laptop all by myself into the airport. I went through security, checked my bags, and went to Starbucks just in time. I walked onto the plane and found my seat in first class quickly. I sat down and pulled out my laptop. I got on ESPN's website and began to read the latest news about the draft.

"Jadeveon Clowney most likely to go number one to Houston Texans."

"Johnny Manziel may fall back to the second round."

"Who will take Blake Bortles?"

I spent the whole flight reading up on the latest rumors. The flight was only about an hour though. I put my laptop back into my purse. I quickly finished my Starbucks drink and threw it away as I stepped off the plane. Erin Andrews, a close friend of mine, and also a ESPN broadcaster waited for me outside of the airport. I got my bags and made my way towards her Range Rover.

"Erinnnn!" I squealed as I approached her car. "Elizabeth! Oh my gosh you look beautiful." She said while hugging me. "So do you, as always." I replied as I broke away from the hug. We put my suitcases in her trunk. I hopped in the passenger seat and she began to drive.

"So, are you covering the draft?" I asked. "No, I will just be taking important notes for Sports Center." She replied. "Oh okay. What hotel are we staying at?" I asked while looking out the tinted window. "Four Seasons, of course." She smiled. "Good." I replied.

We pulled up to our hotel and valet parked her car. A bell boy came and got our luggage and put it in our suite for us. We checked in and went to our suite. I sat my purse down on my king sized bed and went out on the balcony. I looked down and saw the busy streets of New York. I took a deep breath in and exhaled. Erin came out too and stood next to me. "These next couple days are going to be memorable." She said. "I know."