Jake POV
*flashback*
"Dad can you help me with my maths? I don't understand. "
I was't allowed to call him daddy. He said that sounded weak.
"No I'm busy doing work that is actually important! What are you going to do when your older? You can't just call your dad! You have to figure it out like any other 6 year old would do. If you can't do fractions then you can't do anything."
This was normal. He would shout at me for anything. It was my birthday and he couldn't help me with what 6/9 ÷ 4/8 is. It was the anniversary of mummy's death. She died giving birth to me. Maybe that's why he hates me.
I can't run away. I would get snatched up and used for ransom because daddy is rich. I don't know how rich. Just that I get picked up from school in big cars with body guards and nannys and the cook to give me my pack lunch. I don't understand why daddy is never their. Even on my birthday I can't have cake and only get presants at Christmas.
*normal time*
I walked into Emma's room.
"Hey Babe. Looking forward to you new school?"
Dad had moved her. Said he would never send his daughter to a state school. She must go to the most expensive private school in the state. She had argued back though, said to never call her his daughter.
Only I knew why she didn't want to be his daughter. She found it to discusting that we might have the same father or be 'related'.
"Do you think I'm looking forward to the most boring day of my life? With all snobs just like you? I-"
"I'm not a snob. Just a privileged person with no choice on what I do. When I was little I was followed around by body guards in the corridors." I interrupted.
"Awwwwww you poor little rich boy." She mimicked
"Do that all you want. Your the poor little rich girl now. We are in this together."
"Together..." She drifted of into her own little world with her dreamy eyes.
"Yes Emma, Together"
Forever.
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