Trapped by him

FIRST LOOK

"Drrrrrrrrrrrr", alarm shouts.
With blurry in my sleepy eyes I jump out of bed and run to my closet. I pick the school uniform from the floor and run into the bathroom to change.
I look at the mirror.
"I look awful!", I say to myself.
I brush my teeth and put a little makeup on.
"Now I look decent.", I think to myself.
I brush my blonde, long hair and run out. As walk through the hall I see my busy, arrogant father. Such a blessing. He's talking on the phone. If you could call it talking through.
"I got to go, I'll call you later. Don't send the shipment before I say so.", he said angrily.
Ou, shoot. I have to walk faster so I don't have to talk to him.
"Celia!", he shouted, "Where do you think you're going?"
"Good Morning to you to dad. I'm going to school. Thanks for asking.", I sad sarcastically.
"I don't have time for your attitude, young lady.", he said.
"Robert is taking you to school."
"No, dad. I can walk to school on my own.", I sad proudly.
"When I say something it's final.", he says with dominate tone.
"Okay, fine, bye.", I say defeated.
Well, now you met my CEO billionaire father. He works a lot, but he always had everything on plate since he was born. And, well, he likes to show his money.. a lot.
Oh, yes. What I forgot to mention, it that... well, we live in a supernatural world. Well, not with witches, warlocks, werewolfs... and the list goes on and on. We live in a world with demons and angels. In my family were all humans, well as I know. I wouldn't be surprised if my stepmother was a devil herself, or my stepbrother a demon.

As I sit in the car and look at the window, I think of the lifestyle that I was born into. I never wanted any of this, I always wanted to live in a a small happy family with enough money. But life never gives you anything you want, right?
Drivers deep voice pulls me out of my thoughts, "Miss, were here".
"Thank you, Robert.", I quickly say as I take a deep breath and walk out of the car. I hate school. Not like I don't like to learn, I love that part, but just..... other teenagers. You probably know what I'm talking about. I don't think that they're evil, just, they want their part in school. In community. I give up in finding it. I'm comfortable in my role. Being the nerd and daddy's daughter. They mock me and they laugh when someone pranks me and on and on.
As I walk into the school I run to the next class trying to be as invisible as possible. First I have English. The worst subject in the school. You don't believe me? Well, go take a look yourself. The teacher is a grandma that was supposed to retire ten years ago, but no.. her life purpose is to torture us. You never know in what mood is she and when it's gonna change.
As she walks in to the classroom she says with her deep, manly sharp voice: " Today I'm going to ask a few brats that are here called students about history of English".
Well, my luck always follows me so I'm probably going home with a D-. As I think about a excuse, she proudly says: "Celia Jackson, go to the board".
I stand "Miss with due resp-".
"To the board!!", she screams and her voice breaks.
As I stand, I hear a voice, that in that moment sounded like the most beautiful voice I ever heard, "Principal calls all of the students in a Main Hall."
I signed in a relief.
"Well till next time rich brats", teacher says.
I put my English books in my bag and run as fast as I could to the Main Hall. And then because I have to left feet I collapse and fall on the floor. I see expensive shoes and then I look up, into the cold, icy, emotionless eyes, of a flawless man.