Not Possible

Chapter Twenty: The Assassin

Oh no she didn't!
Uh yeah she did!
She updated the next chapter.

I joined two chapters together. Remember it's revised so I've been past this chapter for the longest.

Read on.

-T

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Emily~

"No. No. No, mom please turn the car around!" I'm using every rule in the book of childhood begging. The book teaches us how to get whatever we want. I've done the puppy dog eyes, the lip pout, the sincere but irrelevant compliments.

Example: Mom, your cooking is delicious.

It would've had more effect if we weren't already in the car.

My last resort was the blackmailing bid and mom was my target. She went to Vegas for her coworker's bachorlette party when Dad had a continental business meeting and told me to keep it our little secret. She wouldn't want the old man to hear our little secret, how she flew miles away in order to have some male stripper give her the time of her life.

I can't pull that on dad, he has more things pinned over my head than I have on him. Plus, he's my person to go to when I want money. Smudging the title, Daddy's Little Girl will cancel any future withdrawals from the Big Bank of Fathers. Besides, he'd listen to me in a heart beat. I'm not Daddy's Little Girl for nothing.

"We'll be back to pick you up from their house once our dinner with the Parkers is over." Dad explained. I don't want to hear bull. I want someone to turn this vehicle around and drive back home! I was set up by my own parents. They woke me up with breakfast in bed and promises of taking a family trip to Monte Carlo under one condition; if I get in the car. Little did I know I was being taken to Daniel to spend a whole day with him and him alone. No supervision or parental guidance. When they return, I'll be tied to a bed with Daniel having his way with me.

To hell if I let that happen!

"We don't want you in the house, bored out of your mind." Mom's pulling the saint charade on me, hoping my perspective may change on their silly idea. Nice try, but we both know you're doing this to get what you want. How selfish could you be?

"I like being bored out of my mind! It's exciting and spontaneous!" My skills of persuasion are just as worse as mom. Dad was brushing the dust off his polo shirt like some big time golfer, even though he barely knew how to hold the club! Ring Tiger Wood's bell and see if he won't slam the door in your face dad because it's disgraceful! Stick to football! Better yet, lets drive back home, call Brady over and throw the pigskin around for the rest of the day.

"Why don't we just make the kids tag along to the golfing court and dinner?" Don't drag me along to that hell of a game! I can't stay awake when it's on TV, just imagine if I went to a real match. I'd be knocked out until it was time to leave.

Mom and I were on the same page when a long 'No' bellowed from within.

"Well sorry buttercup, the plans are set. No turning back now." He shrugged. There was still time to turn back while the going gets good. You just have to turn the freaking wheel and pull up to our house, or can you not follow the simplest of instructions?

"Is someone getting smart with their mouth?" Mom glared me from the rear view mirror, voice overflowing with attitude. Crap, she heard me.

"And what's wrong with spending the day with little Danny." Mom queried.

Everything! Everything's wrong with spending a day with little Danny! He's plotting an evil scheme as we speak because of the pudding incident last night. Am I not suppose to fear for my life? He has people...and wealth! He probably paid an assassin to suffocate me when I'm fast asleep tonight.