The Etiquette of Flux (1D fanfic)

Chapter 1

The ride to my new home was long and boring, excruciating in fact. All that really occurred was my still body staring out into the London atmosphere and faint sounds of the driver pushing the pedals of the car. 

Once we arrived, I was in awe. The house, excuse me, mansion was much larger and nicer than I had anticipated. The front porch had pillars connecting that to the roof of the home. There must’ve been at least ten windows on this side only. Plus, there were double doors. To me, that is a sure sign that they have enough money that they could use hundred dollar bills for napkins if they really wanted to.

The chauffer came around to my door to open it for me, and I stepped out less than gracefully. After I got my suitcase out, he didn’t waste anytime to get out of there. 

The walk to the doors that I had mentioned earlier was remarkably long, but guided by what looked to be a path made out of slate rocks. Every aspect that my father put into this house to make it that much nicer made my eyes roll a little bit harder. I’m not used to pretty, nice, perfect things. I am used to flawed, erroneous, fucked up things. But honestly, I’ll act how I want here. I’m my father’s responsibility now, whether he likes it or not. So if I am annoying, he isn’t allowed to get rid of me. Well, until I turn 18, which isn’t too far away. Seven months of proper people surrounding me won’t be too bad, will it? 

I hoped and prayed as I turned the key that the inside wouldn’t be as superficial as the outside. Once I had opened the door on the left, I was left empty-handed. Without taking much of a glance, I had already seen a flat screen TV, an elevator, and a maid. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself as I stepped through the door frame. The maid’s head shot up from doing the dishes, to look at who was intruding into her boss’ house. After, her face lit up with joy and her eyes twinkled in delight.

“You must be Rachel!” The maid said, scurrying toward me. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, I’m Victoria, your maid.”

I fake smiled. “Hi, Victoria.” She looked only about 25, with big blue eyes and jet black hair, tied up on the top of her head in a neat bun. She also had a uniform on, a black and white dress-looking thing. 

“Let me take your trunk to your room, make yourself comfortable! Are you hungry, thirsty? Want a snack?” 

“Uh, no thank you I have a water. You don’t need to carry my suitcase, I can do it.” I dropped my bag to run after Victoria to get my luggage back, I don’t know what she is really going to do with them. 

“Nonsense!” Her british accent was very strong. “It’s my job!”

“Just let me have them please.” I started to reach for them, 

“Fine, as you wish.” I grabbed the luggage from Victoria’s small hands and progressed to my room, setting the bags down and beginning to unpack. 

After a few minutes, I heard the front door open and perky Victoria greet someone. “Hello, Mr. Marino, how was work? Should I get your usual, a martini? Or do you want to meet your daughter first?”

“Please send Rachel in here first.” I scoffed at the thought of he couldn’t come over to me, he had to send someone to fetch me.

I was led into a dining room where my father sat. Once I came into the room, he stood up and held his hands out on other side of him, asking for a hug. I walked closer to him, but I didn’t hold him in an embace. I just squeaked out a low “Hello.” and stood there. My dad looked disappointed by he shook it off. 

“Rachel, I can’t believe I am finally meeting you.” I held my ground.

“Yeah, well, here I am.” I said in a very monotone voice. He looked confused.