DARK SEDUCTION

CHAPTER 4✔.

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While I was asleep the adults sorted out the huge mess I had unknowingly created, the media was almost dragged into the whole fiasco, I was finally released to my parents but not a moment before Howard thoroughly drilled my parents for answers about their absence in my lives.

They almost lost custody of their one and only child thankfully the Pearson's had it all fame, money, power, and a damn good lawyer after a whole lot of paperwork and a name change for me, I was on my way to my new home. The money spent was nothing to my parents, I mean they could get anything they wanted.

There was a little cog in the wheel, someone released photos of me and my teddy bear and the whole hilarious situation gained the attention of the media against my parent's wishes and I became famous thus putting a halt to their plans for me.

As a child, I wasn't to exist really, just more of convenience but because of my earlier prank which didn't go down well with either parent, they couldn't pretend I didn't exist anymore. Three months later the fame had died away and everyone had all but forgotten my hilarious prank.

My life could finally work out the way it had been planned since my birth. You could say I was kind of like a love child, so there was no way my age would ever correspond to the year of their marriage.

My mom ,was with child when she was still in high school and gave birth to me on her prom night, the night when she was supposed to live out her fairy tale dream so we had this love-hate relationship going on and due to complications from my birth, she couldn't have other children and my dad Luke Pearson was too much of a socialite to want a kid to disturb him plus he travels a lot.

My mom and dad had me before ever they were married, so I was an illegitimate child kinda a stain to their perfectly built reputation,which they had tried so hard to erase. They had wanted to continually keep me hidden because my identity would have shattered their perfectly created image.

My parents stopped taking me out with them immediately after the whole fiasco , my mother always complained that having a daughter my age made her seem older. There was no longer time for me in their lives and I cried to sleep every night missing grandma and her stories.I never even got to go to her funeral, they were protecting me because I was five? What a joke I was so mad when I could finally grasp the concept of death.

They were this hypocritical blue bloods that judged and looked down on others. The hilarious thing about such people is the couldn't stand the same being done to them. Luckily for me and unluckily for my dearest mom and dad, they couldn't have other kids so they had to put up with me. The taint in their image ,the huge smudge that others could finally use to talk about them.

The smudge that would always be there as long as they lived. They did the next best thing. When you have a huge smudge on your favorite dress and it won't go off and you simply can't let go of that dress you do the next best you hide it and hide it perfectly the did.

It was difficult adjusting from being completely loved to becoming something hidden but one thing kids were good at doing is adjusting. Eventually it became a new normal for me. I began to enjoy staying hidden, in this new world I was thrown into , I seemed to be doing everything wrong.

Of course my parents were always on one business trip or the other but on that rare occasion when they came home , I learnt to avoid them like a plague to not get in their way, to not speak until I was spoken to. It not like the hit me or something no, it was just, I couldn't quite explain they were the best at punishing you psychologically, with just words or just that haughty disdainful look. They somehow always seemed to be together. At times I wondered how the coped with each other.

My parents were actually not as perfect as I initially thought theirs were an open marriage, meaning they could be with whomever they wanted but have to stay married due to the political and financial reasons, of course the media was never to get wind of it due to the fact that they were political figures.

My water color became my best friend, I began painting, it was shabby but I could go at it for hours, it was my happy place, I could paint all sorts of stories and stuff, my drawing improved a lot as I practiced more, but my parents saw it as a total waste of time but since it kept me busy they bore with it.

Eventually they felt it was time to get me a lesson teacher for mathematics, geography and a bit of French. The lesson teacher came everyday except on weekends. Unfortunately for my parents but fortunately for me, she encouraged my drawing and even discreetly added it to my curriculum. I was genuinely happy whenever my lesson teacher would come to teach, she was kind of like a mini mom and friend to me and she was so warm, I enjoyed the evening and afternoons I spent with her. All good things must come to an end , she was getting married and moving entirety to another state and I was broken , she promised to call often but I knew it would never be the same. My intrusive thoughts wanted something to go wrong so she wouldn't get married although I knew it was selfish, eventually she has to go and I again lost another person I loved. She did call but it was not the same , once again I became sullen with depression and even more withdrawn than ever. My parents didn't hire a new tutor which I was thankful for , I wanted to keep my cycle recall small, if it was just me then i definitely wouldn't have to go through that kins of pain ever again, eventually the calls grew fewer until it completely stopped as we both ran out of conversation topic.