Trust Me ?- COMPLETED

Part 1 Beginnings

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Stop right there. There's no such thing as werewolves.

Unfortunately, I'm just another human girl with a single parent 'now you see me now you don't' kind of father. My mother died when I was 7 and I have no logical explanation as to why. I say logical because every time I ask the story is slightly different to the last so I just, stopped asking. There was no funeral.

I won't claim to be anything I'm not. I won't claim to have a happy go lucky life, I won't even claim to have a bad one. I'm just... average.

I'm sorry if I've disappointed you... But it doesn't make my story any less eventful.

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Name: Alexis Ashanti Myers.

Age: 19 years old

School: Dixon University.

One thing high school never did for me was teach me there was any option that wasn't University. I knew I had to go. I knew I had to pick a major. But which one? Do I do something I like doing as a career or just something I'm good at but don't necessarily like?

Let's go back to my first day back in Dixon.

The beams from the morning sun burst through my jet black curtains hanging in my all white room. I've decided on a pink biker jacket, a black tank top, black skinny jeans, gold accessories and my knee high suede black boots.

In all honesty, more than half of my wardrobe is free from all these different companies my Dad's firm represents. Versace, Apple, YSL, Dior, Samsung, River Island... the list is endless and surpassing being borderline shameful. I have wardrobes stuffed to capacity of clothes I haven't even taken tags off of yet.

Clothes, shoes, bags, food, gadgets, toiletries, everything a person could possibly need to survive. I keep saying, I don't need free stuff. I don't need a plain white Gucci T-shirt that sells for hundreds. That's insane! I can get a plain white t-shirt at Forever 21 for around $10.

I could become a multi billionaire by night and I would NEVER splash out on designer wear. I'm that girl that gets lotion from the Dollar store instead of getting it from Sephora for at least 4 times that much. The world's biggest cheapo. High quality goods for a low price is always a win-win. Just because I can afford a Bentley doesn't mean I'll bypass the cute little Ford at the dealership...

I can't be bothered with my hair this morning. My hair is literally pin straight. I could wet it, curl it, I've even tried back combing it but nope! Just straight. I just lays there on my head like a dead fish. Not that I'm complaining.. I'd just like to change it up a little. The only thing that works on it is hair dye. Did I mention it's practically platinum/ silver?

Regardless of my slightly darker skin tone I was born with golden eyes and golden hair. Nothing about my appearance matched. Not even the slight freckles across my nose. Surprisingly though, I look exactly like my mom did minus the pale complexion. I thank God for that fact as it's the only way I remember her face.

My family's always been pretty 'well off'. Dad was a self-made millionaire by the age of 23. Which makes my late start to adulthood all the more dishonourable.

I probably see him twice a week. Usually he stays 'out of my way' (his choice not mine). Ever since my mom died work became his mistress.

Don't get me wrong, he loves me. Fact. Not seeing Dad as often took some getting used to, may have even stranded our relationship in the beginning... but technology is more than effective. If I can't physically see him, what's the point of having an iPhone & iPad if I can't Facetime?