"Did she agree to it? " I ask.
"No, she said she'd rather die." He replies.
"What else did she say?" I ask, frustration lacing my voice.
"She told you to go to hell." He smirks sheepishly.
"It didn't have to end like this, but she's asking for it."...
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I tugged my blanket, wrestled with my pillow, hugged it tight, but the memories flooded in my mind. There was nothing I could do to stop it, I could hear the cries, blasts and screaming.
It seemed so real that I started to believe I was still crouched under the table with an unexpected attack outside the walls of our panic room, with my parents on my side until a terrorist smashed the door open and blindly fired across the room. My mom shoved me through the secret trapdoor, right before she was shot dead like my father.
Until I woke up to the sound of a vacuum cleaner. I was seriously getting tired of waking to that sound every single morning.
"Isabella! Could you let me sleep peacefully for just one day in my life?" I said to Isabella who was my caretaker and had looked after the house ever since I was a child.
"Oh! You're up Natalie, just in time, the lawyer is on his way he'll be here in less than fifteen minutes, you better get dressed." Isabella said.
"Mr. Miller is coming isn't he? To read my father's will." I said with a shudder.
Isabella sat down on my bed next to me and gently ran her fingers through my hair. This had always comforted me, and she knew it pretty well, she had always took care of me even when my parents were alive, they were busy people. My dad was a businessman and my mom was a politician, so they barely had any time for me.
"I know dear this is hard for you, but you are old enough now to know what your father wanted." Isabella said with a sigh.
"Natalie Astor, pleased to meet you." Mr. Miller said in his usual cold, raspy voice.
I had never liked him, but my father trusted him as his lawyer and gave him the responsibility to present his will to me after his death. "Let's get to business, Mr. Miller."
"Right, so first off I would like to inform you that according to your father's will you are to be told about his wishes one by one whenever you reach the right stage in life, which too he has mentioned in his will. Currently, I can only share one of his wish that you are capable of fulfilling at this very stage of life." Said Mr. Miller with an annoying expression.
"So this means it won't be the last time I'm gonna have to see you." I said as I tried to make it sound as sarcastic as it could possibly be.
Mr. Miller ignored my sarcasm and continued, "According to your father's will you are to join the boarding school in Richmond, Virginia which along with education provides vocational and military training."
