Burning hatred, prologue

Helena Walton's POV

"Look at this!" Gran slammed the newspaper on the coffee table.

"Mother, she's an adult now..."

"She's eighteen! Doesn't make an adult of her"

"Ella, she was out with her friends, they were just having fun"

"Don't even let me start Elise! You very well know how I feel about this kind of fun. This doesn't suit a lady, nonetheless a Walton Lady."

I couldn't see my parents' expressions as their back was to me, but I could definitely see my grandma's angry bird like face. I hid well behind the door so they didn't see me. I had seen the photo this morning during breakfast, and as soon as I saw my grandma walking toward our front door with her red prada heels I knew she was coming for me. I hurried upstairs so I didn't have to face her judging stares. I couldn't blame her though, the picture was actually really bad. It was taken last night, I was pole dancing and my dress had hitched up so up my legs that my butt was showing a little. I still couldn't believe my parents were defending me even after seeing the picture.

"Zachary, I'm sorry son, but I won't allow my grandchild to act like a slut. I'm taking her in, I'll be the one teaching her self respect from now on."

"Ella! This is my daughter you're talking about! And she's not going to live with you." Fucking amazing! My mother for the first time in her life stood up to Gran. Go mom!

"Look at this picture Elise! Doesn't she look like a call girl? What about you Zachary? Do you like seeing your daughter dancing like a stripper in a club full of perverts?"

"Of course not mother, but what can I do? She's off to college next week it's not like I can ground her or anything"

"She needs a husband"

"Not again mother, I won't let you do that to her. She doesn't even have a boyfriend!" So if I had a boyfriend would he be okay marrying me off this early? I winced at the idea.

"We can find her a decent husband, but she'll have to behave. Many families still go through arranged marriages"

"Hell no!" both my parents said in unison relaxing me a bit.

"What are you talking about! You just said it yourself she's just a kid! There's no way I'm letting my daughter getting married at eighteen. We're in the year 2020 mother wake up!"

"So what Zachary? You'll let her go to college and become even wilder there without supervision?"

"No mother. I know what I have to do. I'll fix this."

With that said, I hurried away not wanting to be caught at the door when I bumped into something hard actually hurting my forehead a little.

"What the fuck?"

"Language! You don't want Gran to hear you"

And here he was standing tall in his biceps hugging t-shirt. I glared at him "She's not your grandma, she's mine"

"So you keep saying. It's getting old Helena" he smirked looking down at me. I was tall, but he was much taller, towering over me.

We heard grandma saying something about counting on my dad and Adam looked up at my dad's study door and grinned "Interesting, you were eavesdropping. What have you done this time?"

"None of your fucking business!" God he irritates me.

I pushed him out of the way ignoring the tingles I felt when I touched his warm skin and ran upstairs to my room. I needed to start packing anyway.