Cerelia's POV:

I could see a tall masculine person standing at the end of the hallway. As I got closer, I could finally identify the man in the white shirt. It was unbuttoned at the top. A few layers of necklaces were on top of it. It didn't look really formal, yet it still looked hot. Jet black trousers with a chain on the side, made the outfit look even better. The shadow that was hiding his face, finally vanished.

Damn, I had to look twice to make sure it was really him. Now this is what I call bad luck. It was the jackass from the  skate park. I wished that I could unalive myself at that exact moment. But it was too late for that moment, because my dad already grabbed me by the arm.  He pushed me towards the big dinning room. I could see the man from the office appear. He invited us to sit at the well decorated table. There was probably enough room for about twenty people.

,,This is my son Blake." his father said as he came to sit with us.

,,Oh, I'm Cerelia." I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to mention that we already met, so I didn't.

,,I know we met before." Blake said, before he winked at me across the table. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.He just gave me an irritated look before turning his head back to his plate.

,,Well, I guess that it won't be a problem for you to move in together in Los Angeles then." My father said, he looked amused because of what he just said.

I could see the growing anger in Blake's eyes as he looked my father straight in the eyes. Mr. Barclay could see it too, so he stepped in.

,,To lead our base there of course." he tried to calm him down a bit.

,,Are you fucking kidding me? You expect me to lead a fucking mafia with her?" Blake basically screamed at his father. I don't blame him, tho.

,,Calm down. The choice is final, and you can't change anything." his father announced it surprisingly calm.

,,Don't fuck with me! You want a woman to lead the mafia? You are insane." Blake said while looking me straight in the eyes.

While he was saying that sentence, I could feel the growing fury in my chest. They can't really expect me to stay quiet. The fear of my father was big, but the anger in me was bigger.

,,Can you stop treating women like they are fucking objects, because we are not! And since you don't know it, women can be great mafia heiress' too!" I shouted at him, while he looked at me with a death stare. 

,,Who even told you to speak, sit down." My father said as he turned again to Blake.

I was about to stand up and walk away, however my father said one last thing before I walked away.

,,You are moving in four days pack your things, oh and don't you dare to even think about not showing up." 

I was about to throw a knife at him, that I was always hiding under my dress. But I didn't want to cause any more damage. The key's of my car were in my bag, so I took them and started my motor.  I drove faster than the speed limit, but honestly I didn't care at this point. I wish I could've warned Blake about what's going to happen at the ball, I really do. But our father's would probably kill us right there in the dinning room. Probably I'll tell him in LA and probably not. 

I got snapped out of my thoughts as I arrived at the place where is the person only I could trust. The cemetery. My mum is the only person I've ever loved and trusted. If she was only here for me. I looked at the stars that were shining bright. I knew that she was somewhere and that she could probably see me right now. My dad blamed me for her dad ever since. And I blame myself too. I'm still not ready to speak to anyone about her, because I would probably burst out in tears. I closed my eyes trying to escape from reality. 

The next morning I woke up still laying there. I wished that I don't ever had to wake up. At this moment I didn't have actually a reason to stay alive. I was never suicidal and I don't even want to commit it, because I'm scared of whatever happens after you die. I don't even want to imagine what happens. I don't want to die till I find someone who makes me happy. Someone who I love. I believe in love, but I'm pretty sure that it's really rare, that not everyone gets to experience it. 

Just sitting here and not doing anything all day won't help me anyway. I was too scared to go home, because now I know that my father was ready to do anything for money, even kill me. And I don't have much of a choice. 

As I was about to go home, I heard someone park at the cemetery. This cemetery was always quiet and there were never really many people. It is really tempting to see who it is, but I don't want to disturb someone. What if I just take a quick look. Just to see who it is.

I stood up and walked quietly in the
direction where the noise was coming from. When I saw who it was I froze. It was Blake standing next to someone's grave. I was about to leave when he saw me.

„Are you following me?" he said.

„No, why would I?" I said while I was looking at him.

„I don't know you tell me!" slowly he was becoming angry. „What are you doing here then?"

„Well, a cemetery is a place where you visit dead people, so what could I possibly do here?" I walked towards him.

„And why are you standing in front of me?" he looked annoyed.

,,I don't know I heard someone and just followed the noise, but if I knew that it was you I would definitely not do that." I said while rolling my eyes.

,,So you just go to a cemetery to follow people around? Are you serious?" He raised his voice.

,,No. I was visiting my mother, trying to escape from you and our father's." I said as I tried not to cry.

,,Your mother died?" he said with now a guilty face.

,,Yes." I said. ,,I guess yours too?" I tried not to sound judge mental.

,,Yes, but not that's your business." He said while trying to hide the pain behind his words.

,,I'm sorry." I said

,,I don't want your sorry, it's not your business as I said." He now had an emotionless look on his face.

,,Really? Fuck this." I mumbled as I started walking away.

Now the only thing I could feel was his hand around my arm. I tried to push him away, but I failed. Now he turned me around to face him.

,,I didn't mean that." he said with an obvious look of guilt on his face.

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