Gwen's POV
I woke up with a mild migraine,and the first thing I noticed was the beautiful room. The furniture was antique, and the bed was huge and covered in white sheets. I could jump up and down on that bouncy mattress the whole day,but then we don't want no bad reputations.I sit up and look around at the paintings on the walls."Oh,this looks like the famous art galore,"I think to myself as I get up from bed and walk around, letting my fingers linger on the paintings as I study them.There was a Polaroid camera on the drawer,and I just couldn't help it.I hang it around my neck,then bring it to my face and-wait!!What am I doing here?What's this place anyway?!
"Oh,you're awake!I thought you died in your sleep."I turn around and bite the inner part of my cheek.He's in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white apron hangs from his neck.Er...these ancient Greek gods only exist in stories?So from which book did this one come?Looking at those mascular arms flex almost make me salivate.And what on earth is that fucking apron doing on him?Clothes did a lot of injustice to our eyes by hiding such beauty.I wonder what lies within,coz only his arms drive me mad."Great position, "he says as he turns to the drawer and retrieves another camera before taking off the apron.Oh holy cow!!I stare at his well curved torso,the toned muscles and blink,the camera stuck in my hands." Hey,,,you dropped your jaw,"he smirks. I jolt back to reality and look at him questioningly as he instructs me to move a little to the right then moves to me and ruffles up my hair such that some of it falls to the left side of my face as I look down at the camera, then he takes a few photos. "Fuck,you're hot," he smirks.
"So you love art?And you draw?" I ask as I look at the drawing on the couch by the window.
"You said it," he turns on the TV.
"Where's my phone?"
He silently points at the drawer."Oh no!Missed calls from my dad. "
"You can always spend the night,Its almost seven."
"I'm -"
"Shit!!" he cusses and I turn to look at the television.
BREAKING NEWS:Renowned businessman Wilbur Turner dead.
That's Jason's dad!I look at him,and his fingers are clenched around the poor remote control. I didn't know what to say or do,and neither could I read his expression. He made a call before turning to me.
"It's ok,I can drive myself home.And I'm sorry for your loss,Jason."
"It was expected," Huh? It was expected? And he did nothing to Protect him?"Just drive home,"he literally pushes me out.He was being nice a while ago,taking photos and now he pushes me out!
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"Dad...dad it's ok now," I struggle to speak.My dad lets go,and I heave a sigh of relief.That was a long hug.
"Can I now have sometime with my sister?" Frankie asks,getting up.She was lying on the couch with her back on the cushion, her head hanging down and her legs up on the backrest.
"Just a sec Frank,dad I need to tell you something," I pull him up to the study and shut the door."It's back dad,"I say.
"What?"
"My nails,and eyes,and..."
"Relax Gwen.I guess it's high time you knew everything."
"What 'everything'"?
"Come on,have a seat," he walks around the desk and sits on his seat behind it.I sit down,my eyes fixed on him.
"When mom died,you had my hair dyed,leaving only these few strands to remind me of my original hair colour .Then we moved from Florida,and you married Lesley.Not that I'm against her;God knows she's a nice soul.Then-"
"Hey,I'll tell you. Your mum and I met when we were just teens.We were,still are-"
"Gwen!Frank,dinner's ready," Lesley, my stepmother, calls out.I sigh in disappointment as I get up.
"We aren't done here dad," I say as I lead the way downstairs.
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