LOCKDOWN Book 1

One

BIRTHDAY PARTY

The Stewet family, wealthy in both money and love. Grace and Jasper, The children, and their beautiful mother Elizabeth. Elizabeth had blond hair, which she kept short, above her shoulders. Her eyes were a beautiful ocean blue, her skin was well tanned and she had a beautiful smile.

Jasper was a lot like his mother. He had blond hair, though just the slightest shade darker. His eyes were exactly the same, a beautiful ocean blue, but black specks throughout them. His smile was cute, including dimples. His skin wasn't as tanned as Elizabeth's but a bit olive.

Then finally there is Grace. She didn't look anything like her mother or brother. She had black wavy hair that flows down to her lower back. Her eyes are a forest green with a black ring around the pupils and black specks throughout them. Her skin was very pale, unlike her mother. Some, in fact, everyone assumes she is adopted. Her looks are from her father. But her personality is from her mother.

The Stewet children don't see their father. He left them many, many years ago when he decided his new "lifestyle" was more important. The children didn't think this lifestyle was in any way bad, just something to do with work possibly. But their mother knew. And wouldn't ever, ever tell. Until today.

JUNE 11TH 2013 ~ Jasper's POV

"Are we there yet?" I asked for about the hundredth time. My mother, sister and I were on our way to our fathers, and neither of us knew why. He didn't want anything to do with us. He left before my sister was born, and was around a few years while I was a baby, but I have no memory of him.

"We'll be there soon, Jasper." My mother said in her posh tone, yet sounded a little nervous.
"Yo mum wh-" My sister was about to say.
"Mother," My mother would correct her.  "Also please refrain from using 'Yo'" She corrected her again. You might think she's a bitch because of this, she isn't. She just doesn't like slang, or... Non-Formal words...
"Mother..." My sister grumbled. "Why does da-father live so far away?" She finished as we looked out the window. We were completely out of the city. We were in the middle of nowhere! I hope he has an internet connection... My sister is probably thinking the same thing, honestly.

My sister was tapping away on her phone, I wanted to save my credit and data for when we were actually there though... since we were staying for a few days. I'm not sure why he suddenly wanted to be in our lives. Maybe he's become a good man. Mother did say he 'Isn't the best of men.' I sighed, pushing my thoughts away as I closed my eyes, drifting off into thought.

A few hours must have past because I began to hear my sisters yell fire into my ears and her weak twig-like arms shaking me.
"Mmrh.." I grumbled, turning my head to my sister as I wiped the drool from the side of my mouth and sleep out of the corners of my eyes. Ouch. Why does sleep always prick my eyes...
"Jasper!" My sister whined, "Get up! Now! We'r-" My sister paused.
"Please." My mother would butt in. "Get up, please." She said correcting my sister, once again.
"Get up... Please." My sister would grumble before shaking me once again. "Come on! We're here!"
"I'm getting up, Fu-Ha! I'm up." Nearly slipped out of my mouth... I could sense my mother glaring at me. She really doesn't like bad language.
"Woah, His ho- Mansion! Is beautiful!" My sister would walk up the path to his home, kicking about the gravel as she did, making a terrible crunch sound. A worse one anyway, it crunched when I stepped on it too.

The man who was our father, and owned this home had a huge front yard with two fountains either side of the path, and bushes shaped into perfect circles which grew beautiful white flowers. I wasn't too sure what sort though. Never seen them before. 
As we approached the home I started to feel a pool of butterflies swarming my stomach, fluttering everywhere in there. What if he were wicked and cruel? Crazy and psycho? 

I gulped slightly as my mother gently pressed the doorbell, she too let out a nervous sigh. It were quite cold so I could seen her breath coming out her mouth like smoke. My sister, on the other hand, were eagerly waiting right in front of the doors, waiting for the doors to open so she can walk right on in.

After we waited for a few minutes, maybe six or seven my mother huffed just slightly, pressing the doorbell again with more force, beginning to tap her foot. I was now leaning on the wall, staring across the garden ahead. Though, my sister was still, just waiting right at the door.

Finally, the big doors opened, and here would start out a new life with a man whom we are supposed to call...

"Father."

"Hello, Jasper."