Serena Mclanes' P 0.V

My mouth immediately goes dry as my fathers glare strengthens.

"Get.In’' He growls out once again.

Nodding my head, I quickly slip into the house and make my way to the living room, my fathers fast paced steps echoing behind me.

"What was that little stunt you pulled there?"

My father asks me as soon as I twist myself around to see him.

"Stunt?" Is all I ask, bewildered.

Surely he didn't think that was all an act.

"Yes! To think I could have at least trusted you enough to not embarrass me.

It's certainly good to know that you are incapable of handling something as simple as that"

By now my father is nearly screaming into my face, his words gaining volume, which makes me take a hesitant step back.

I know my father won't harm me.

It's all merely verbal what he throws at me.

"I swear I didn't do it on purpo-,;' I try to plead but it's like asking for a miracle to not be cut off when talking to my Dad.

"No excuses.I've had it up to here with your nuisance"

At that, I visibly flinch.

He's never been so angry before.

Does all this mean that much to him? Noticing my slightly scared look, my father takes a step back to calm himself.

He takes in a deep breath and rakes a hand through his red hair.

"Tomorrow; he says pausing as he takes another breath, "The Stryker's are coming over for lunch.I don't want to see any of this nonsense and I want you to be polite and for heavens sake don't faint again.’'Dad says.

Tomorrow? They're coming again.

I don't think I can handle so much in a span of forty eight hours.

Nonetheless I nod my head and wait for him to finish as I know there is more to come.

"You will be sleeping in your sisters room tonight: "Why?"I ask in confusion.

"I don't need any more hassle of you running away or anything of the sorts."He clarifies.

Hearing that makes my stomach drop as my mind flashes to Sarah and our brief conversation before we left for the Stryker's house.

She wouldn't dare do such a thing, after all she is my sister.

"Now go.’ He dismisses, pulling me out of my thoughts.

It doesn't take me long to scurry out of his vision, albeit I nearly trip in my heels as I make my way up the stairs.

The ringing of the doorbell makes me freeze in place.

Sarah looks at me with a raised eyebrow and I sigh in defeat as I lift myself up off of the barstool in the kitchen.

"Serena, could you get the door please."

My mother asks me from the living room.

Prodding my head in through the entryway, I catch a glimpse of her fluffing the cushions and sitting various decorations straight into place.

The doorbell rings once more and I quickly make my way towards it.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and give myself a very fast and brief pep talk.

open the door and come face to face

All three of them.

goodness you're feeling better’' Katelyn coos as she

I mumble

up, those same blue eyes greet me; Distanced and tranquilizing

to get

them can actually step into the house, my father appears right next to me and places an

apologize for what happened with Serena yesterday.It is an embarrassment on

looks at me and then

flush bright red in the

mortification without

says, smiling

meekly in reply and have to try

both step aside to let them in

my stomach and I know something is going

goes by swiftly and luckily enough not many questions are directed

are probably worried I'll faint on them once

and only does so when someone

answers are curt and

an all

to collect the plates as Benedict and Dad head over to the

so Dad can coerce him into some other new prototype of something or other

to think I'll be doing the very

my plate and the other dishes from my

"You just rest sweetheart"

as she smiles kindly, following my

up and smiles encouragingly at

telepathically

the dining room in silence for

awkward

"Wait"

cutting through

"Sit"

He commands.

I sit back down and look at him

there, perfectly poised while

"Why did you agree?"

He asks simply.

for me, I know exactly

could ask you the same

say, dodging his

me and I try to think of

pretend to faint

my father a chance

"Why?"

again, his

"Because I wanted to.

father knows what's best for me’ I say, lying straight through

I know this whole

don't know how I know

"You're lying."

He says outright.

as I

"I-I'm not.I finish lamely.

and still looks at

I look away, averting my eyes to the

always do when I

walks closer to me, leaning next to

down, his cold fingers press against my chin as

me.’

him dead

want me to

as he removes his

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