Eira Stewart is an in going high school average girl. With her mother long gone from the perfect family picture she is left with her just her father, who will walk through hell just to see her smile. But does he know that his love is suffocating his...
I groaned loudly as I head my alarm go off. Sighing and clearly irritated my hand made way to smack it shut. After which I returned to the comfort of my soft bed and silky sheets, snuggling more into them. The sunlight hitting my face, the warm sensation tickling throughout my body, made me smile. Today's the day. The day I can finally be able to make my decisions. The time I can no longer be a puppet on strings and make my choices. It's my birthday and I am finally turning 18. I sat up stretching my self and got ready. Lastly throwing up on a sweatshirt that has been faded, because of the countless amount of times it has been used I didnt feel any different though. Same old routine. Same old miss perfection and the goody two shoe, miss valedetorian of our class making her way through. I got down the stairs to be greeted by my father. He smiled brightly at me as I sheepishly made my way. "And how is my birthday girl this morning. Can you just imagine? Few years ago I was holding you in my arms, tiny little precious thing and look at you now? All grown up and making through your senior year and then off to college" he said a bit too excited but you could already sense the pain laced in each word. I came over giving him a hug "hey old man, no matter how old I am, I will always be your little girl right? And even if I am off to college I would always come and visit every weekend till you get annoyed, now make me that Belgian waffles that you always do?" I let go as he laughed shaking his head. "One Eira special coming up" he said. He put the plate in front of me and I was already drooling at the sight. Damnn. I ate anxiously as I recalled endlessly the thoughts and questions running in my brain. I love my dad, but he has always been a dictator rather than actual friend. Swallowing hard I asked my father a question out of the blue "Dad can I learn how to drive now?". This question fell like a bomb in silence. He cleared his throat cleaning his mouth with a napkin. "Sweetie we have talked about this havent we? My answer is still no. And if you will come up with dad why dont you trust me, I do but I don't trust the other idiots, out there. It's dangerous Eira, especially with criminals like MCP out there. MERCY PARK CREW understood?" He asked through gritted teeth. I shuddered, no arguing with my Dad. Loyal police officer. "But I have something to cheer you up. Here your present" he gave it to me. My eyes were glossing with the tears. It was a charm bracelet, exactly like the one owned by my mother. We lost her 5 years ago. But she always remained in our hearts. "Dad, I-- this is beautiful, mom would he so proud of you" I told him, hugging him again. "Thanx princess, it means alot to me" he smiled in pain. Then shooing me off so I wouldn't miss the school bus.
I made my way into the bus, which was obnoxiously loud due to the arrival of the freshman. I put my head in my book, hoping it would engross my brain but it never helped. My mind slipped into endless possibilities of how it would be much different if I just learned how to drive. My eyes darted to dope automobile. It was a blue Ferrari 458 just darting like a rocket, then my eyes fell on a extremely handsome face that was driving it. Our eyes locked for a millisecond, but enough for him to smirk at me cause he noticed how speechless I was at this sight and then zoomed ahead.
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