Shayna Nikitin's Secret

Shayna Nikitin's Secret Chapter 2

A/N: This Chapter is Dedicated to globeygirl! You're Ah-mazing!

Shayna Nikitin's Secret

A Week Later

I walked down the stairs of my home in Moscow, holding my wrapped up neck. When Demetria had hit me, she got me in the side of the neck. It still hurt like @#!*% ... cause it almost broke my neck. She had fled, and Damien was still in the hospital with a concussion.

"Mom, so tell me something... how many people... no how many places heard about the accident?"

My mother almost growled. The almost killing of the richest guy in Russia's children (make sense?) had strung a lot of people. It was in papers everywhere! But, thank god, they don't have pictures of me, so no one out of Moscow knew who it was.

"Honey... people everywhere heard! We need you to get away from this! Your... friend... is still out there! We need you safe!"

I sat down next to her in the huge kitchen. She slid me a cup of tea, and took a sip of her own. "Um... I don't like the sound of that! What do you mean...?"

She sighed. "I hired an au pair, her name is Jessica, and bought a ranch. Its beautiful! Horses, land, a lake... cute guys..." I blushed. She continued. "It'll be great there for you. Just a few strings attached-"

"Mom... where exactly is this ranch?" Ranch!? As in a farm in the middle of no where?

"Texas. Omaha, Texas. I... I want you to go to school there next semester as Shay-"

I cut her off. "Public School?!"

She sighed. "Shayna-"

"Cant you send me to some sorta private school, at least?! Like, really, public-"

"Shayna Sophia Nikitin! Shush up!" I closed my mouth. "You're going whether you like it or not. You're not going to take advantage of Jessica. You have to help out at the farm, take care of the horses, fend for yourself honey. And I want you to go by Shayna Mccallie. You'll be posing as Jessica's niece until we can find Demetria. I cant risk leaving you here! And if the tabloids know your in Texas, well I'll tell ya so does Demetria. Go pack, there's nothing to talk about."

"Mom...!"

She looked at me steadily "Go."

The next day I was packed with only two suitcases: one with clothes, one with my bedding and toiletries, and a duffel with my other stuff like my laptop, Ipod, some books, ect. They weren't bringing any of my furniture, there was some and even some new clothes at the ranch. I wasn't allowed to use my credit cards or anything; Jessica kept hold of them, and only gave me a little money at a time. God! It's so hard to be poor... or average.

"Shayna? Jessica is here with the jet!" My mother called. I grabbed my stuff and walked downstairs. We were taking our private jet, which picked Jessica up and brought her here, then is taking us back. The last time I will be taking the jet.

At the bottom of the stairs was a young woman, about 25, with a tall, thin frame and a Jessica Alba smile. She had tan skin with straight blonde hair down to her shoulders. She had kind brown eyes and looked really nice wearing a tiny blue fall jacket and dark wash jean tucked into cowboy boots. I smiled.

"Hello, you must be Shayna. I'm Jessica Mccallie." I shook her hand and she took one of my suitcases. "Did you pack winter or summer clothes? Because the weather over there is usually warm year round, meaning jeans, boots and tees. But all that's already in the house."

I nodded as she led me outside to the jet in the lot. As much as I tried, as nice as she seemed, I couldn't get into the happy mood.

Texas. A nice, warm, horse loving place. I could probably get used to it here, but... it would take time, and Jessica get's that. As she pulled her black farm truck up to a 3 story house in the middle of land and animals, she smiled at me and told me I had a nice accent. Me? She was the one with the accent. She said that to other people, we have accents, no matter where we're from.