Part l

Chapter 1

Eight months before the accident.

In school, everyone is my pets. They do whatever I want them to do. People can do everything only to fit in, they are so pathetic.Only because my family is the owner of almost all the land in town. Even some teachers and the director want to have a good reputation with mommy and daddy.

They own almost all of the land and one thousand hectares of maple foster. The main family business maple honey, to be specific the name of the company is Caileys’ Maple Honey. It has passed through generations, first, it was my grandfather’s dad, then my grandfather and now daddy owns it. I imagine he wants Jason to continue with this huge company. But Jason they have put a lot of pressure on him. He has football and daddy is always telling him about the scholarship, since he is the team captain and only the team captain can win it.

Unlike me, my parents are always expecting that I’m little miss perfect. Not only that I have good grades, I’m not bragging but I have a GPA of 4.2, but also they treat me like if I was a doll they can control. I don’t have a voice in my house and in my life. If my mother says to do this I need to do it, if my father says to do that I need to do it.

Of course, I am the queen of Winterfield's High School. Since I’ve been taught that nobody
can say no to the Cailey family, I treat everyone like my servants. I’m the richest girl at school and obviously the prettiest one, so nobody would tell me no.

But there's this boy with dark hair, blue eyes name Lukas. He’s one a senior and I am one year before him. When he looked at me it’s like he gives me this feeling that he's looking through me and not only at me. That makes my skin bristle. And he’s the only one at school that treats me different like if I was a normal girl and not the richest girl. Maybe sometimes we disagree but I like that because no one disagrees with me. 

Actually,  I know he lives with his mother because his father is the leader of some motorcycle gang, The Serpents. Nobody in school is near him since they are afraid that he will do something to them. There are many rumors of him, one of them is that he beat four guys that tried to punch him and he knocked all of them in five minutes. But my favorite is the one of the snakes. Well, this rumor consists of him bringing a snake to school and putting it on Mr. George’s desk. He is our English teacher and when he saw that he fainted.

The Serpent's are the main gang of the town. All the members of the gang have a tattoo of a snake that is their symbol. They are known to be drug dealers, thieves and much more. I know that they do some dirty business to make money for daddy sometimes. I know this because I heard daddy talked on the phone in some kind of code since I was little, I hid behind the walls of his office. The mansion has some secret tunnels where you can get from a room to another. My parents think I don’t know about them I think that they are locked but what they don’t know is that I open mine.  Well back to the topic of the calls is that when years passed I have decoded the words and trust me, is not to be admired the things that daddy do.

I know that Lukas is an outcast so he doesn’t fool with everything I say, do, or try to do. He doesn't want to fit in, that's why it’s so intriguing that makes me want to know more about the person he is. But my father won’t let me get close to him since he says he is dangerous. You not what they say the more you are forbidden, the more you will want to do it.

My house is a disaster. When I got home from school, Mother is always waiting for Jason and me its like if she had a timer in her head that tells her at what time we arrive. She’s always prepared to judge or tell some kind of stuff that we need to do. We don’t have a f***ing break from that red-haired witch.

“Jason go up your math tutor is waiting for you,” my mother said in her demanding voice, “oh and honey, you have to go to the gym you are a little over your weight.” she is such a b****.

“Yes, mother I’ll go straight up where he is,” Jason answer with a calm tone.

“Mom I’ll go tomorrow, because I have much work to do,” I express my friendliness with so much hypocrisy,

My brother and I looked and each other and pretend that nothing was happening. Of, course we wanted her to kill her. But since, we were the perfect prototypes of son and daughter every family wants to have we didn't say anything. So we continued doing our chores.

My mother is the reason why I almost got into anorexia last summer. Fortunately, I got professional help from my psychologist. Neither my mother nor my father were the ones that worry if I was eating or not like other parents would. So, one my bodyguards find out I was throwing all my food in the trash when no one was watching. He told my parents and my parents told my psychologist.  His name is Winson. Winson is a  nanny to Jason and me. He has been with us since we were born. Our lives would be more than a mess that they already are.

I went up the stairs like if I wasn't hearing what she just said and went directly to my room. I love being there alone, no one can bother me. My room and the tunnels are the only places in my house where I can finally feel peace and I can relax. I open the door of my white room, then I leave my glamorous bag in the hanger that is beside the door and throw to my king size bed with velvet sheets.

Lonely, as the darkness of my bedroom, encompasses me,  I lay on my bed, where the boring pillows sit flat on top of it. White, nostalgic walls without any decoration. A military green chair in the corner of my room, accompanied by a ragged light brown stuffed rabbit. The big fuzz ball with huge eyes that seemed to follow me and make you feel uncomfortable being by yourself. Looking out the window a cloudy, rainy day. Thunder is striking, leaving an echo in the room and twitching lights that haunt.

I close my eyes and look up just staring at the roof. My mind was full of ideas and feelings of pain. I only want to scream. To be in the top of a mountain alone and just scream to the wind. I wanted to tell my mother to stop, to shut her mouth to tell her that I have feelings and that listening to her is just a waste of my time. All that she says is trash. But as I do all the time I just swallowed my feelings. tears start to fall down my cheeks. It was only matter of time that I fall asleep.

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