Careful Man's Careless Daughter

I was on a deserted highway when someone suddenly overshot me and parked parallel in front of my bike, blocking my path. What in the world? Before I know, a few more cars came from the back, blocking my other path. Shit shit shit. Suddenly, the guy from the car in front came out with a gun, pointing it at the person behind me. Shouldn’t it be pointed at me?

“She’s mine!” Guy A yelled.

“Yeah right, like that would ever happen.” Guy B yelled back.

“Shut up both of you, I’m taking her.” Guy C said, relaxed.

I felt a rag clamped around my mouth, in panic, I breathed in. Stupidess human alive. The next second, I was unconscious, feeling my knees weaken, I fell to the ground as darkness took over. All I heard was yelling and gun shots been fired before I was completely out.

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1. She's Mine

I pressed on the diamond studded button, sending the closet’s glass door sliding open automatically. My favourite place in the whole house, my closet. I could lock myself up in here for hours. Heck! Days even if had food supply in here. The only place where I could really be myself, scream my lungs out, cry my eyes out, dance and sing around like a complete psycho, no one would care, no one would know. No one is allowed in here, not even the maids, not even my parents, NO ONE is allowed near my baby. Since I have no friends, I guess all I have are my clothes and my shoes, my shoes are my bestfriend for heaven’s sake, how sad is that? But I guess I’m okay with it, I’ve been living like this for my whole life, better get used to it, right? SHOPAHOLIC ALERT!! I walked to the back of my closet where I came across another glass door, pressing the button next to the door, it slid open smoothly, entering the second room full of clothes. You might be thinking why are there two rooms? Well you see, the first room is just filled with all the poshy posh posh girly stuff that my dad expects me to wear, but the second room? It’s the complete opposite from my first closet, it’s filled with all my fashionable and cool clothes, crop tops, mini skirts.. HECK! Dad hates all of this but oh well, who gives a shit? I have a R.E.P.U.T.A.T.I.O.N to keep as a freaking teen and not the Queen of freaking England. I shrugged on a black leather jacket over my white top, matching it with a metallic black leggings, I was good to go. I used the elevator on my floor to the ground floor.

“You! I want my food on the table when I get home, or you are fired,” I pointed at the butler that happened to walk pass me. Going back into the elevator, I descend to the basement where all the cars were parked.

“Good afternoon, Ms Buchanon.”

“I’m taking my Raider for a ride.”

“Ye-yes, of course. I’ll get it ready for you.”

“I’ll take care of it, Mark.” I walked pass my Ferrari 458 to my Yamaha Raider S. I ignited the engine, kicked up the support and speed out the garage door. Enjoying the cool air as it blew on my face. My hair was flying wild behind me, who cares, I may look freaking bad ass right now. I stopped in front Starbucks before going down to grab a drink. Cutting the long line, I went up to the cashier.

“One java chip, please” Everyone was glaring at me for cutting in line while they had to wait.

“Sorry, miss y-“

“Buchanon” I cut her off before she could finish speaking. Her face dropped and turned pale as she keyed in the order into the machine without hesitation. The whispers behind me died down when they heard my name. Well, our family name has got really big effects on people. Her hands were shaking with fear as she handed over beverage. I sat down at one of the booths before taking out my phone. You might be thinking why I don’t have any bodyguards around me, well, I just hate them. You have NO IDEA how big of a fight it was arguing to not have bodyguards around me 24/7 with my dad. I still have them of course but at least he cut down the amount. I finished up my drink and left to return home. Hopping back onto the bike, I set off back home, using the longer route this time. I was on a deserted highway when someone suddenly overshot me and parked parallel in front of my bike, blocking my path. What in the world? Before I know, a few more cars came from the back, blocking my other path. Shit shit shit. Suddenly, the guy from the car in front came out with a gun, pointing it at the person behind me. Shouldn’t it be pointed at me?

“She’s mine!” Guy A yelled.

“Yeah right, like that would ever happen.” Guy B yelled back.

“Shut up both of you, I’m taking her.” Guy C said, relaxed.

I felt a rag clamped around my mouth, in panic, I breathed in. Stupidess human alive. The next second, I was unconscious, feeling my knees weaken, I fell to the ground as darkness took over. All I heard was yelling and gun shots been fired before I was completely out.

 

 

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