Too Far
Home Sweetheart
Today I turn 17 which means, dad finally lets me out of the house. Yea I know. It sounds weird. Who's on 'house arrest' for the first 16 years old their life? The Prime Minister's daughter is who. Anyways. It's finally the day I get to go out into the world, with an exception of course. Prime Minister Kelly wants me to follow his legacy as Prime Minister when he resigns.
"Alia" I hear dad call from downstairs. "Coming" I yell down, finishing curling my hair and running downstairs. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, dad grabs me into a big hug. I smile and he kisses my hair. "My big girl finally growing up!!" he yells. I burst out laughing. "Daddy stop", but I can't stop smiling. He's right, I am finally becoming a women. Well almost.
"Come eat baby girl", he guides me to the dining room table where our chefs are already preparing our favorite food. Pancakes, eggs, and sausage with orange and apple juice together with a lemon. Fried eggplant and grits with iced tea for my dad. "So Alia....today's the day you meet the men I work with. I want you to remember the rules. D-" he starts but I cut him off, "Don't talk to anyone about any matters of your job or our family routines. Don't Let anyone get close enough to touch me because a lot of people don't like that your job is the most important job in England besides being in the Royal Family." I finish, smiling. He chuckles and shakes his head. "That and that I love you," he says lifting my chin to look at him. I said I love you back and we finish eating.
"Hurry up Alia," dad rushes me at the front door. I rush and put my shoes on and follow him out the door. "Dad what do I do if someone tries to take me? I mean I know nobody will get past the guards but what if something crazy happens and someone gets too close?" I question. He opens the passenger door of the brown colored Porsche and closes it after I get in and buckle my seat belt. I know this topic bothers him since mom got taken and murdered before I turned four. I don't remember much about her except her perfect blonde hair falling on my face when she fell asleep beside me. He gets into the car, slamming the door. I look down. Now he's angry, I think to myself. "Hey Al." I look up and his eyes are hard but loving. "I will not let anything happen to you. You'll be fine princess," he reassures me. I smile and side hug him before we leave.
I step out of the car after my dad and follow him into the party. The lights are dim and it smells like alcohol and weed. What kind of party is this? Dad takes my arm and pulls me to room in the back of the party. We walk in and all chatter stops. I look up from my shoes and see five other men. I turn, noticing that our guards are nowhere in site. I look around and take in the features of a blonde with blue eyes with a sleeve of tattoos, one with black hair in a quiff and tattoos everywhere, even on his neck. My eyes shoot to another one with brown hair in a low cut and tattoos and one with brown hair and blue eyes with tattoos. Next I turn to see someone sitting on the opposite side of the table. Near where me and my father would sit. He has brown curly hair and tattoos everywhere, even more than the one with tattoos on his neck. I don't want any of them near me, I can feel a bad vibe coming from them.
"Alia, this is Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, and Louis Tomlinson. Some of the people I....well I work with." He turns to look into my eyes, knowing I don't feel right around them. He guides me to a chair next to Harry, which I scoot closer to my dad. Harry notices and smirks looking at Louis and back to me. "So listen PM. Your beautiful daughter here would make an amazing asset to our uh....how would you said...collection. We want her now, 40 mill or nothing." Louis speaks out in a thick, high British accent. I shake my head from male to male. "Um excuse me? I think the fuck not." I state. Dad looks at me and shakes his head, quieting me. "Okay. She's yours," he sighs, taking the money Zayn hands him. "WHAT THE HELL? FUCK NO." I scream standing and turning to run to the door but Harry steps in front of me. Up close, his eyes are a perfect green in a deep shade. His cologne is a delicious smell I've never experienced. I try to push past him but he grabs my arms, turning me to look at my father. A tear slips out of his eye. I shake my head, starting to cry. "Daddy please. You promised," I cry. Harry leans his lips to my ear. "You have a new daddy now princess."
That's all I hear before he presses a damp rag to my nose and mouth. I fight to hold my breath but can't for for much longer than 30 seconds being caught off guard. I breath in the sour substance and my eyes get heavy. "Sleep tight princess," is the last thing I hear and my dad walking out the door without so much as a sad glance before I pass out.
