Grandmia's Perfect Russian Princess

Chapter 4: Run from the Guns

Lasoka/Jen

Hannah hasn't phoned me in a week and I'm starting to get worried, does she hate me? Of course not, she would have bitten my head off by now. We have a ball that we need to practice for with Amanda. Grandmia is always being invited to balls and dances (the word balls here means dancing and parties for the rich.), this one she started. We wants me, Annae and Amanda to sing for it and knowing that Amanda can only rap she's made it a thing for the younger rich people. Yay us!

Jack, Johan and Kellan will all be there, Jack-the one Grandmia wants Annae to marry-Johan-the one she wants me to marry and Kellan, the hotty neighbour of Annae and her mum.

Grandmia started having a go at Annae again today when she came home from school, she was covered in muddy water and her cheek was bruised. Grandmia manages to turn everything around so its either Annae's fault or her dads, she doesn't even know the guy and its automatically her fault.

Sometimes I wish that we didn't even have a Grandmother, I don't mean that she never existed, I mean they she just won't be around.

I just hate the way she picks on Annae/Hannah and it just isn't fair on her. I look out the window of my bedroom in Grandmia's house and think of my parents. If only they weren't dead, if only mum could see what Grandmia was doing. If only they didn't get into that GODDAMNED CAR! Tears start slipping from my eyes and onto my grey button up shirt. Why did God take them? Why not me?

When I first became orphaned I refused to talk to anyone, they didn't understand what type of pain I was going through. Until Annae told me what really happened to her dad. After she did I felt so selfish, there were people with bigger problems than me. But at the time I just felt crushed and dead inside. I would never again eat mums blueberry pancakes and never see my dad behind his desk.

Mum was pregnant when she died, they were going to one of her ultrasound scans and they never came back again. It was a boy, an heir for Grandmia and now Grandmia resented Annae and I for taking things away from her. Her heir and the only daughter had lefts loyalty.

If only Auntie would stand up for Annae, life would be better. No one knows what it feels like to have less than nothing, but Annae and I got pretty damn close.

Annae/Hannah

I watch the tears fall down Jen's face and turn around to see Kellan, leaning against the wall behind me. I silently close Jen's bedroom door and smirk at him, God he was cute.

"And you're here because?" I ask.

"Jack's my best friend, I came with him." He stated, his cobalt blue eyes flashing with annoyance. He was cute, but bloody evil and rude. I roll my eyes and punch his chest lightly, slipping past him and jogging down the stairs. Kellan falling closely behind me, I roll my eyes heavenward and sprint the rest of the way into the garden. Finding Jeremy-Grandmia's butler-and Jack strolling beside Grandmia.

Jeremy and Grandmia have had an on-going affair and still think we don't know about it, we didn't expect Grandmia to turn into a nun as soon as Grandpa died. I stop dead when I see a familiar figure walking ahead of them. Mother was supposed to be in London, not here.

I walked faster and jumped up to hug my mother. "Mum, you weren't supposed to be back yet."

"They cut my trip short." She stated, her eyes flashing with a look I could quite identify. She released me and strolled back to the house, followed by Jeremy and Kellan.

I turned slowly and stared at Grandmia and Jack. Nerdam wasn't supposed to be here either, I glared at him and my eyes soften when they looked at Grandmia. Still beautiful despite her old age and cold heart. Her dyed brown hair was up in a tight bun and her face was clear of makeup, her grey-green eyes framed with thick, black inky lashes. Her wrinkles barely visible and her crow's feet looked like laughter lines beside her eyes. Problem was Grandmia never laughed.

"Jack has agreed to the marriage that will happen of the day of your sixteenth birthday, he will be seventeen by then and old enough to go to university and also support a wife. Along with my help of course." Her lifeless eyes narrowed at me and I stiffly nodded.

Turning my attention to Jack and kissing his cheek in greeting, if only we weren't forced into marriage I might actually like him.

"Good child," Grandmia murmured and walked back to the house.

I turned back to Nerdam and smirked. "We need a plan," he whispered.

"Don't worry, I have that covered." I grinned wide. "Could work, Kenna."

I told my friends Charley, Kelsey and Kenna about what Grandmia was trying to do and immediately it's like the wedding planner on TV, just I'm the lead star. Charley I said could organise my wedding along with Grandmia and she would be my maid of honour. But Kenna had other ideas, she started plotting how I could escape my shame of a marriage.

"We need a trap door in the church, or maybe we could get ropes and swing through the windows and crash the wedding." She explained.

I nodded and she carried on. "Better idea, we get a boy say like Sam and he crashes the wedding and says half way through 'Stop this wedding, she does love him...she loves us.' And loads of guys stream into the church and we can sneak you out and run off the Vegas and have an epic time."

I roll my eyes and turn side wards in the bus seat, looking at the darkening sky. "That could work."

Kenna grins and puts on her owl hate, collecting her bag as she does and jumps off the bus and walks home. Charley and Kelsey ignore me and continue to talk about God knows what.

Charley gets off and then Kelsey does, I look over at Eva and find her engrossed in her phone. She doesn't notice that it's our stop until the bus actually stops.

We start walking down the street and talk about complete rubbish. We separate at the alley and I walk down it to get home, the darkness of it envelopes me and I hurry the rest of the way home. Slamming the door as I do.

"You shouldn't slam doors, mein kin" says a deep voice from behind me.

I slowly turn around and freeze in horror, I can't be, he shouldn't be here. WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?? He slowly smiles and I recognise the smile.

My dad.