Chester Bennington - Unusual Neighbor

Prologue

Anyone who looked at me could have the most incorrect impression. My parents were the famous Clemonte, owners of Clemonte Enterprises, known for selling and processing data from all types of companies. They have lots of partners, spin-offs, and most importantly: money and power.

Yes, I am wealthy. Well, my parents are. Very, very wealthy. They worked really hard for what they have today, not only their company, but their status, their mansions in Arizona, Manhattan, Brasil, Switerzland, and many others that I can keep track. We live in Arizona, along with my two sisters, Rachel and Monica, my grandmother and a bunch of servants.

Unlike my sisters, I never let them make up the lack of attention with money and gifts. They bought them jewelry, clothes, car and superfluous things that would be unnecessary if they were more present in our lives. Me? I would distribute the gifts among our staff, much to my parent's annoyance. 

My life changed after I turned 25 when my parents threw a party against my will.

"Absolutely no!" I argued against them, despite knowing that it was futile, they always get what they want.

"Darling, don't act like this! It's something small, just for friends and family." My mother explained. Liar.

"Your friends or my friends?" I asked and she just gulped, I knew she would never invite my real friends. She was all about money and social appearance. She would invite only the richest and force me to enjoy my time among them - how I hated when she does that.

"Honey, it's settled. Tomorrow at night, no more arguing."

"It's MY birthday, mom! My 25th birthday, maybe I should get to decide those kinds of things!"

She yelled back at me before brushing her clothes to straighten them. "Exactly! 25! You should start acting like it!"

So, I knew there was no way I would be able to sneak out of that hell of a party. And I thought the party itself was dreadful, but I was wrong. My mother had other things in her mind when she introduced me to Peter Grantt, son of some friends of them; partners; rich people. The Grantt's have a long history with my parent's company, like business contract's and agreements. But the Grantts were growing stronger every day and my parents wanted a written and solidified partnership with them, to guarantee they would not stay behind. The way of doing that? Me and Peter, together.

And my mother had the guts to tell me that, at my birthday party, seconds before meeting the guy.

"Peter, this is my daughter Ana. I think you'll like her, she's a rebel, just like you." My mother commented and I rolled my eyes, greeting the man.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." He grabbed my knuckles and kissed them gently, making me blush. "I heard lots of things about you from your mother."

"Well then, my reputation is ruined already," I said and my mother widened her eyes, scolding me immediately.

"Ana!"

Peter started laughing and my mother eased up her behavior. She even forced a chuckle in front of Peter's parents and gestured them to walk away with her to give us a moment alone to know each other. For some reason, I was nervous and embarrassed. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend nor a husband, all I wanted to do was to live my life the way I want to.

"Not a big fan of these parties, are you?" I heard Peter's voice by my side, snapping me out of my thoughts once I reached the balcony and stared at the sky.

"Not really my style, no," I admitted, forcing a smile to my lips even though it didn't reach my eyes.

"I understand." He sighed. "After my mother dying, my father met Jessica and married her. She's great really, but she can get so annoying with this fake parties. I don't know half of the people I meet when they throw them at our home."