Alison Jade Jorgensen had it all - wealth, beauty, and the adoration of those around her. At eighteen, she was the epitome of privilege, shielded from the harsh realities of life by her affluent family.
But when her beloved grandfather passes away j...
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Max Ehrich as Richard Hale
Jade
I felt like a thief attempting to break into my own home.
I had been completely engrossed in my time with Jared the entire day, almost forgetting about the passing hours. It wasn't until I glanced at the clock that I realized it was already 7:30 in the evening.
Time had completely slipped my mind.
As I arrived home, it had already ticked past 8 o'clock, and now I was attempting to tiptoe my way inside, dreading the idea that my father might already be in the house. This wasn't a usual time for me to return home.
Mixed emotions swirled within me. On one hand, I was still basking in the afterglow of the intimate moment Jared and I had shared earlier, though it wasn't deep enough for me to surrender myself completely. I swear, it was just a passionate make-out session, and afterwards, we sat beside each other, discussing topics I wouldn't typically share with anyone. On the other hand, the thought of losing track of time and my father being home filled me with dread. So, here I stood...
The door let out a slight creak as I opened it, and I silently cursed my own momentary lapse in caution.
I cautiously peered into the vestibule, checking if my parents or even Glenda were in sight. It seemed like my silent plea had been heard, as no one was around.
Gently, I closed the door behind me, trying to make as little noise as possible.
My heart thudded loudly in my chest, and the sound alone sent shivers down my spine, as if it could be heard throughout the entire house.
Tiptoeing, I hurried towards the stairs, though my efforts to move quietly were betrayed by the occasional sound my feet made. Each step seemed to produce a different, unwelcome noise.
"Almost there..." I whispered to myself, trying to bolster my confidence.
I successfully reached the stairs, a small victory. However, I had only ascended halfway when I heard my father's voice call my name from an indistinguishable location, dashing any hope of escape.
"Alison," his voice reverberated through the house, surprising me with its commanding presence. My name, once again, summoned for a purpose like this.
Soon, both my parents stood on the first step of the stairs. My mother was just behind my father, her expression a mix of slight terror and concern.
My father cleared a path for me, and I stood in front of him with my head hung low, unable to meet his gaze.
"Where have you been?" His voice carried a firm tone.
"I was out," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. I wanted to convey my weariness and a desire to put an end to this conversation so I could head upstairs and rest.
