SCENE TWO
 

      The Poo on Her Jimmy Choo's

(UNEDITED)

Tyler gives me the silent treatment through out our walk to the plane. He struts ahead, the crowd practically parting for him and I try my best to keep up with him.

I probably look like his mousy little assistant by the way I'm shuffling behind him, shadowed by his bodyguards but I don't really care because I'm too busy trying to not trip over my own to feet. 

The private plane though small from the outside is not lacking in any way. Plush sofas with personal LED tv's for each of them. More than a plane it looked like a five star hotel.

Well being the illegitimate daughter of a man who practically owned half of the country did have it's perks.

"Sit." Tyler orders curtly.

I glare at him but do as he's asked and he takes the seat across from me as the plane begins it's preparations to take off.

Bex, this is your last chance to run away while the plane is still on the runway.

Pun totally intended. Gosh I'm hilarious.

"Miss before we take off do you want anything to eat or to drink?" The air hostess asks politely breaking me out of my thoughts to devise an escape plan.

After all food triumphs everything.

I'm about to ask if she has anything that remotely tastes like butterscotch but Tyler interrupts me.

"I'll take a scotch, give her the same."

I look at him stonily, "I don't drink. I'm underage."

He narrows his eyes but I ignore him and turn to air hostess,"Do you think you have anything butter-scotch flavoured?"

She nods,"I do believe we have butterscotch ice cream."

I could kiss her right now.

"Then I'll have some- I'll have a lot of that." I correct myself, "Thank you very much."

She nods.

"I don't know what was more sickening." Tyler comments when she turns leaves,"You pretending to be polite to the help or you declining a perfectly good scotch under the pretense that you don't drink. Hypocrisy doesn't suit you."

I'm tempted to knock out his pearly white teeth right then and there but I force myself to take a deep breath weighing the pros and cons of murdering my half brother in the first few minutes of our reunion.

"The help?" I say disgusted,"Are you really that much of a spoilt brat? Just because you're born with a silver spoon in your mouth doesn't mean you have the right to treat everyone else like filth."

Tyler doesn't seem to effected by my speech instead he just sighs,"Aren't you tired of acting like this sweet well mannered small town girl instead of the pretencious bitch you really are?"

I wish there was an eject button for his seat. Then I could "accidently" press it and send him plummeting down thousands of feet to his death.

If only.

"I'm not pretending to be anything." I say calmly. I don't want to pick a fight especially not when I'm trapped in a giant metal bird in the sky with the guy for the next five hours.

The air hostess appears at that point of time handing over my ice cream. It's enough to lighten my mood instantly and I can almost forget the fact that my half brother is somewhat of an asshole.

I beam up to her,"Thank you."

She looks quite surprised but manages to nod politely before handing Tyler his scotch and leaving me alone with him.

Mmmm Butterscotch can make anything better.

If I had to choose between butterscotch and world peace, I'd choose butterscotch, no competition.

Yeah....
I'm not a very nice person.
But in my defense it's butterscotch.

"So do you actually expect me into buy your entire I've got amnesia story?"

I stare blankly at him.

Good gods, this guy was such a tool, I mean couldn't he make out I was having a moment with the ice cream?

"Are you accusing me of faking amnesia now?" I say incredulously. I'm not sure whether to laugh at his single digit or IQ or just gape at shock as to how someone could be that stupid."Why the hell would I randomly want to forget three months of my life?"

"Oh I have a very good idea as to why you'd want to forget." Tyler says,"But what I don't understand is why you're coming back. After all if the deer was smart enough to get out of the lions den it doesn't go parading back in just moments later."

I raise an eyebrow,"What's that supposed to mean?"

He slams his palm on the side of the seat,"Drop the act."

"I am not acting." I say through gritted teeth,"You can go meet my doctor if you like."

Please do. The guy maybe a psychiatrist but he had the knack of driving anybody mad with his stupid how are you feeling today questions.

"Anybody can be paid off."

"I'm not swimming in money like you." I say irritated, in fact I can't swim in general.

"Stop lying." Tyler sneers,"It was all your fault in the first place.You don't have the right to forget while the rest of us have to live with it for-"

Tyler breaks off suddenly as the air hostess comes to take my bowl which I'd practically licked clean.

Yeah I may have a slight problem when it comes to butterscotch.

"Thank you-" I quickly eye her name tag,"-Emma."

She nods smiling at me,"Anything else, Miss Windsor?"

"Nope and please call me Rebecca." I say.

Emma looks confused,"Rebecca? But I thought your name w-"

"Leave." Tyler interrupts, glaring at Emma,"Now."

She scurries away before I can tell her to stop. I glare at Tyler,"You don't have to be such a dick about it."

"And you have to be invisible." Tyler states,"Stop advertising yourself irreleventantly, Juliana."

I try to hide my wince as he calls me by my real name but he catches on to it pretty quickly and smirks.

I would do anything for a machine gun right now.

"So you plan to keep up this sweet small town girl act till the very end?" He says,"After all you do have to make people believe that you're my real sister and not some small town country bumpkin we picked up along the way."

"It may surprise you but people can be genuinely nice." I say and lower my voice,"And I have no choice but to pretend to be your real sister. Trust me it's highly embarrassing on my end."

"Then leave." He says curtly.

"You don't get to decide that." I say,"This is between our father and me. He wants me here so I'm here."

"And do you really expect me to believe that you have no ulterior motives?" Tyler asks.

I have to consciously bite my tongue to stop my self from saying something stupid.

The last thing I need is for Tyler to know that he was right.

I did have an ulterior motive and it was driven by how desperate I am to find out what really happened to me during the three months that I had forgotten about.

In fact it's the only reason I'd agreed to my father's terms.

I mean I don't know about you guys but randomly forgetting three months of your life is no walk in the park.

Especially when you come out of the other end a totally different person.

No I'm not talking like I went from being a five foot nothing girl to a tall gorgeous model who looks like Kendall Jenner type of different (god I wish that was it).I'm talking about getting a total one eighty on my personality.

From being the shy quiet girl who's talent was to be perfectly invisible, I'd become the rebellious, weirdly quirky girl who lived her life in the books she read and the movies she watched.

I'd become someone who was obsessed over the idea of love, happy endings and all things fantastical as compared to the hardcore realist I'd previously thought myself to be.

I can't say it's all that bad, I like the person I am now a much better person than the one I used to be.

I'd become a huge dork I agree but I was kind of proud of that fact more than anything else.

I'd always been fed the same story. I'd gone to DC to live with my father, two summers ago.I stayed with them for two and a half months before getting into a car accident which consequentially lead to my amnesia.

That's it.
Nothing more.

There was something utterly lacking in the entire story I'd been told. It was like reading an interesting summary at the back of the book only to buy it and then realise that all the pages inside were blank.

Every time I asked someone, my mom or even my dad the change of topic was so blatant and sharp that it left no room for questions.

Nothing as to why I still got panic attacks even though it had been two years or why I had to go to a psychiatrist who was just about as smart as spoon and forced to take two different kind of colourful pills whose names I couldn't even pronounce.

The few times I'd met Tyler since, I'd tried to coerce him into telling me something, anything really but unfortunately it was the only time his big mouth shut.

He'd either ignore me or accuse me of faking the entire thing together which chalked up his helpfulness to a grand total of zero.

I suppose that's why I'd started to listen to myself more than anybody else because I realised that if I wanted answers then I'd have to find them myself.

And I really really needed to know what happened in those three months.

But in doing that, it meant that I'd have to go to live with my father and his real wife and son who practically hated my existence.

I mean I'd already done it once before hadnt I? How bad could it be?

Well it was already turning out to be pretty damn bad.

"What have I done to you?" I ask Tyler who rolls his eyes. I'm tempted to smash his head through the window of the plane right now just so I'd have the pleasure of seeing his head expand due to the low pressure and his eyes pop out.

Yeah I'd gotten a little more violent too after the accident.

Okay, may be a lot more violent.

"Nothing." He laughs, but there is something absolutely cold about it,"You've done absolutely nothing but ruin everybodies lives."

Well his life doesn't seem ruined really considering the fact he was currently siting in his daddy's private jet and cashing out his massive trust fund.

"Look I don't want to fight with you." I sigh,"I know you hate me for god knows whatever reason which you're not going to tell me. so I'll stay out of your hair you stay out of mine, Kay?"

"Go back then. Get the hell out of DC or even this damn country." He persists,"For the past two years you'd disappeared. Do it again and then I'll leave you alone."

Now this was just getting stupid. I feel like I've been talking to a cow to be honest.

It's like how a cow takes forever to chew it's food and just when you think that it's finally digested it, it will vomit back out and start chewing the same thing all over again.

"I am not leaving." I say firmly,"You have no say in what I do or what I don't. If my presence bothers you then too bad, you're just going to have to live with it and if you can't, then that's not my problem."

"You don't want to make me your enemy." He says his tone low.

I'm confused.

Am I supposed to laugh or be scared?

"We both know you're coming back to ruin everybodies life." Tyler says,"It's a hobby that you've always enjoyed. But enough is enough. The mess you caused last time was-"

"Care to tell me what the mess was?" I narrow my eyes,"Because you being cryptic about it isn't helping anybody."

"Even if you've lost your memory you can't be stupid enough to think I'll say it out loud." He says.

Jeez he's acting like I've killed someone.

Then why on earth couldn't it have been him?

"Leave." He says again,"Leave before it starts all over again."

I want to claw more information out of him but I know its of no use. It would just be a waste of time and effort and it was better to end this conversation with him before I got really annoyed and did something stupid.

"I don't know how many times I've said this, I'm sorry that me being here bothers you but I'm not going to leave." I say," And I deeply apologise for giving you the impression that I'm intimidated by you. Because I'm not scared of you or your petty little threats. I don't want to fight with you anymore because this is going to go nowhere. So I'll be the first to bow out."

He looks shocked by how easily I
dismissed him but at this point I don't care.

I get up and head to the front of the plane trying to put as much distance between the both of us.

I did leave after all, just not in the way he wanted.

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"Do you think I can get another scoop of butterscotch ice-cream?" I say poking my head through the curtain into the small cabin.

It had been three and a half hours since we'd taken off and for the past three hours Tyler and I had successfully managed to ignore eachother.

Now if this could continue for the next four years things would be golden.

I look at Emma who seems to be crying but on realising that I was here she quickly looks down in a hasty attempt to hide her tears.

"I'm sorry, you could have just called me." She says hurriedly her voice still hoarse.

Walk away Bex, You know very well where that you're not needed... But....

But she's crying.
I can't let someone just cry like that without at least trying to make them feel better.

In my defense it was god who'd given me a nose this big, I was just putting it into good use.

Well the term good being used loosely.

"Are you alright?"

Her eyes widen and quickly tries to wipe her tears but just ends up smudging her eyeliner all around her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She mumbles getting up,"This is totally unprof-"

"Oh no." I shake my head and reach into my purse,"You have nothing to apologise for."

She starts to say something but before she can, I hand her the eyeliner that I usually keep in my purse and then proceed to grab a tissue from the shelf and offer it to her.

She looks at both the items in my hand reluctantly still debating whether to accept it or not.

"I'm not going to eat you up." I say.

She quickly accepts the tissue and the eyeliner.

"Thank you."

I sit across her silently as she wipes her face. I even offer to help her with the eyeliner but she politely declines.

"Are you alright now?" I ask.

She nods but it's not very convincing,"Yes, it was nothing."

I get up to leave but I hesitate for a moment, the mental debate I've been having all time sparking up once again.

Don't do it Rebecca. You've helped her already, don't butt in. Don't-

"Tyler Windsor is not worth crying over." I blurt out.

Why Bex? Why do you do this? Why don't you never listen to your brain?

Her eyes widen,"How did you...Is it obvious?"

Her tone is the slightest bit hopeful as if she wants someone to confirm that her fling with Tyler was not just something she'd made up.

See? I told you to shut up and sit.

"No." I say,"But I can make out. He's my brother after all."

It's wasn't technically a lie, I could make out but it wasn't because he was my brother (I don't like being reminded of that fact even though we share only one parent) but more like her fling was obvious to well, me.

I'd always been a good judge of character. It was kind of like my superpower, when it came to people I just understood them.

Some were harder to understand than others but uptil now I'd never really been completley wrong about anybody.

Tyler wasn't all that hard to make out either. He fit into the typical stereotype of being a spoilt rich kid who had a massive ego and nothing to back it up except his daddy's money.

Back it up with a few insecurity issues and he was just like any other guy in that stereotype in which he treated girls like they were nothing mainly because he was a massive pig who just had a lot of bacon.

Gosh I'm so awesome in my head sometimes.

Tyler= Pig.
Bacon= Money.

Pig has Bacon.
Tyler has money.

Henceforth,
Me=Smart.

Ha! On your face Mrs Taylors! Who said I wasn't good in math?

I realise I'm grinning which makes Emma look at me weirdly.

Jeez Bex, focus.

And just like Tyler, Emma is easy enough to read too.

Hardworking, optimistic she fit into the category of girls who wore their heart on their sleeve and judged their self worth based on what others thought.

Everybody judged some part of their worth based on public opinion but people who relied heavily on others often just needed someone to tell them that they are worth what they think themselves to be.

"Look." I say,"Guys like that who don't recognise what you're worth don't deserve you. Don't cling on to the hope that he'll wake up one fine day and become your prince charming, because he won't. So just leave him behind in the dust and go find someone new."

She looks at me as if I'm sprouting out Elvish.

"Basically get over the jackass." I state,"The moron is going to end up alone anyway so don't let your heart break over someone who simply used you to pass time."

"You're very forward aren't you?" She states still looking stunned.

"Yes I am." I shrug,"I find it quite pointless to beat around the bush."

She pauses for a moment as if to absorb everything that was happening.

"And should you be talking to me?" She asks after a long while,"I am the help after all."

Her response is a good sign. Resentment is always the first step to realisation.

I snort,"The help my ass. I know how many tests a person has to qualify to even think of being a airhostess. If anyone needs help it's Tyler due to his utter ignorance. So I apologise on his behalf for it."

She laughs,"That's true. He is an ignorant ass."

"See?" I say,"And if you're still feeling down then you can always spit in his food. I promise I won't tell."

We both laugh at that.

"You're very different from the people who enter with him. It hard to believe that you're his sister."

I freeze. Crap.
I can't believe that I've already blown my cover.

Jeez Bex, you are supposed to pretend to be his real sister for the next four years, or at least till the time you're in DC.

Come on Bex think of a way to get out of this one.

"They say an apple doesn't fall from the tree." I say,"It's technically not wrong. An apple doesn't fall far but no one takes into account of the fact that even after falling an apple can roll away from the tree if need be."

She laughs,"Well I'll definitely keep that in mind -Miss- Ju-" she shakes her head,"I'll definitely keep that in mind Rebecca."

No questions as to why I want to be called Rebecca and not by real name.

I like her a lot already.

I grin,"Good. And I'm sure you'll find someone much better. I'll help if you want."

"I'll hold you to your word." She says,"The lesser the ego, the better the choice."

"Duly noted." I say,"I'm sure there is someone out there for you."

"Yes there is." She says,"Captain America."

And she was a fangirl too.
I loved her already.

"I'm Team iron man through and through.... Well until Captain America's biceps come into he picture."

She laughs,"I don't blame you. Chris Evans is hot, hot."

And that was that, the start of a new friendship over Marvel, Chris Evan's biceps and a relationship that was never meant to be.

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Tyler ditched me the second we landed.

I don't feel too bad about it really, the oppressive atmosphere he brought in was starting to suffocate me.

I'd ignored him successfully for the rest of the journey spending almost the entire flight talking to Emma.

We'd talked about random things the entire time in which she told me a little about DC and gave me her number with the promise of showing me around if I ever needed a guide.

In the end I eventually fell asleep and when I woke up we'd landed and Tyler had vanished.

When I finally step out of the plane there is a sleek black sedan that looks big enough to fit at least eight people parked right on the side of the run away to pick me up.

Even after all these years I can't get used to the power and influence my father wields.

I suppose it's because my mother had gone to great lengths to make sure to keep me as detached from this world as possible.

Things had always been tough for my mother especially since she refused to accept my father's help. She'd always been determined to do everything on her own and that meant that we'd had to live on a tight budget.

It was only after she met my step father things eased up a little but it was still nothing compared to the royal treatment my father's influence and money brought.

Trust me having his own plane and a private runway was just the tip of the iceberg.

The car starts moving and breaking me out of my thoughts.

I can't believe that I'm actually here, that I've actually gone through with this crazy plan of mine.

I sigh. Now that I've come this far there was no turning back.

My gaze falls on to the box on the seat next to me and I realise that it's addressed to me.

I open it eagerly hoping that it's something nice.

Shoes?
A dress?
A-

My face falls when I see what's in the box.

It's a wig.

Damn it. I'd hoped they had forgotten but then again the chances of that was highly unlikely considering the fact that everything here was dealt with precision and planing.

And the wig probably played the most important role of all in the entire plan.

You see there were quite a few things that could completely decimate a politicians career and one of the major ones had to be a juicy scandal.

Now an ordinary affair though enteraining and scandalous wouldn't hold much value in the long run but when the affair resulted in a child... Well then you could say that things got really interesting.

Which is why for a politician like John Windsor who was a step away from the oval office, keeping his illegitimate daughter a secret was of utmost importance and the best way to hide her was in plain sight.

To the world I was Amelia and John Windsors daughter who'd been shipped off to boarding school at an early age hidden from prying eyes.

It was a sound back story complete with fake documents and several hours of mugging up my fake life. It's what they'd done the last time I'd stayed with my father in DC and it's what they were sticking to now.

But there was one flaw in the entire plan.

I looked nothing like my supposed mother.

Which is where the wig came in. Straight, platinum blonde that went just past my shoulders, the wig couldn't have been a more stark contrast to my real hair that was brown and unbearably curly at the ends.

It served the dual purpose of making me look more like my supposed mother as well as to make sure that nobody from my old life recognised me immediately unless they got a closer look.

In that wig I was Juliana Windsor, the daughter of Amelia and John Windsor and a part of one of the most influential families in the United States.

And without it....

I was plain old Rebecca Reynolds, someone who could be anything she wanted to be.

I'm reluctant to put the wig on but in the end I do because I'd much rather wear it than actually color my hair which I'd probably be forced to do soon enough.

I look out of the window trying to calm my nerves. My decision to come here wasn't very smart, but my father had insisted and my curiosity had won out.

Well you know what they say, curiousity killed the cat.

The car moves forward and I try to distract myself by looking at the city.

I'd expected Washington DC to have a different feel about it, with it's monuments and tourists but it doesn't. The main city is the same as any other city in all the way it counts. The bustling, the traffic and a sort of vibrance that only cities possessed.

But it all changes drastically once we go further.

The bustling city melts into a line of tall elegant brownstones that sit beautifully along the road.There is no dischord and everything is in perfect order with not a leaf out of place.

It's almost unnerving to see everything so perfectly in line leaving no room for individuality.

We finally come to a stop in front of a house that seems bigger than the rest. It's lit up grandly and two men stand on either side of the door.

"Are you sure we are in the right place?" I ask the driver, as far as I knew this was not my father's house.

"It's where Mr Windsor has asked me to bring you." The driver responds.

"Oh okay."

I get out of the car and walk towards the door. I don't know why but I feel like something is wrong.

The men standing at the door stop me giving me critical once over.

"And you are?"

Had they not been told that I was coming?

"Re-Juliana Windsor." I say.

The man on the right raises an eyebrow and his companion gives a curt nod and  gestures for me to enter.

I step inside following the murmur of people down the long hall.

The room at the end is filled with people, both men and women all elegantly dressed. The men in posh expensive suits and the women in even fancier dresses.

Waiters bustle around carrying hors d'oeuvres and champagne while musicians sit in the corner of the room playing their violins and harp in a tune that went perfectly with the entire atmosphere.

Everything is so effortlessly sophisticated that it almost seems like I've stepped into another world entirely.

And that's when I realise that I hadn't stepped into another world but more like gatecrashed some kind of fancy dinner party.

Mr Windsor asked me to bring you here.

Tyler Windsor. That asshole.
Hed probably added my name to the list and I'd ignorantly waltzed in without realising.

Fuck, I needed to get out of here, now before people actually realised.

I immediately step back trying to make my way to the exit but instead I end up crashing into a waiter behind me, bringing the both of us down.

Brilliant.

I'm drenched within a matter of seconds, the drinks soaking through my plain plaid top and acid washed jeans.

I probably still have flecks of spit because I was drooling about eating fries in the car.

Brilliant Bex, just freaking brilliant.

For god's sake, people were wearing floor length dresses and tuxedos here and I looked like a homeless hobo who gatecrashed the party.

And if that's not enough my stomach starts growling at the very sight of the food that's being served because let's face it as tasty as butterscotch ice cream was its not exactly filling.

Brilliant now I was, hungry homeless hobo.

I feel something sticky run down my back.

Correction: hungry homeless hobo drenched in champagne.

"Are you alright?" A guy peers down at me curiously. He fits perfectly with the entire theme of the party, classy, handsome and probably loaded with money. He looks down at me with something that resembles a mix of concern, curiousity and confusion.

And I just want to die in a hole somewhere.

Why?
Why today?
Why when I was drenched in champagne clearly out of place in some fancy party I was tricked into crashing.

I fucking hate Tyler Windsor.

Can somebody just dig a hole for me to die in right about now?

Oh and fill it with butterscotch ice cream. There is no need for me to die sad, just embarrassed.

I quickly get up giving the guy an awkward smile and I'm about to run far, far away but I stop suddenly get a look at his face.

Wow, he's really good looking.

Hazel eyes, sandy hair, he looks like he's come straight out of a fairytale in his tuxedo.

FOCUS BEX!

Run out of here whilst you have the chance. By the way people are looking at you, you're going to be lucky if you only land up in jail.

And I can totally see how the call to my dad would go, Err dad, hi, so I'm currently in jail right now because your stupid shithole of a son made me gatecrash something that resembles a royal ball. They kind of mistook me for a hungry homeless hobo, even though I swore I was only one of the three.So err could you get me out? Thanks, toodles.

Yeah that phone call was so not happening.

I smile awkwardly at the handsome guy who stands in front of me,"Err well I think I got the wrong address, I'm just going to go now. Bye!"

With that I take a one eighty to run and I'm almost out of the front door but my way is blocked by two very very large scary men.

I give them my best smile,"So I just lost my way-"

"Nice try." One of them says,"You'll have to come with us."

I pout,"Oh come on. You can let this slip once can't you?"

They don't move.

I sigh,"Fine. Take me to your leader."

Despite my awesome joke nobody laughs and I'm lead upstairs to a room.

And I deflate completely when I see who is standing in it.

Because this is so much worse than going to jail.

The lady who stands in the middle of the room, oozes elegance. Her platinum blonde hair is tied in a classy bun, not a strand out of place. She wears a long deep grey dress (Valentino I think) and the diamonds that rest on her ears seem big enough to buy a city. Her shoes are recognisably Jimmy Choo's something that probably just costs selling both kidneys for ordinary citizens to afford

All in all she fit the bill of a high end politicians wife perfectly, classy, elegant with a sort of commanding air around her.

The wig I'm wearing is only a sad half assed attempt to make me look like her daughter but I don't even come close to looking like her.

"Juliana." Amelia Windsor says curtly. Her cold grey eyes regard me as if I'm some sort of Poo on her Jimmy Choo's. I flinch despite myself and take a step back, her gaze piercing through me.

I know I'm not really presentable currently. I'm drenched and sticky from the champagne and my outfit as mentioned before is nowhere even near to following the dress code.

On a normal day it wouldn't have been so bad. I'd have shrugged it off without a second thought, after all Id done more embarrassing things before.

I'd never been ashamed to be who I was, short, overly talkative and hyper I kind of loved the way I was. On any other day I would have shrugged it all off as a misunderstanding and owned the entire drenched in champagne look despite how cringeworthy it all was.

But today it was different.
This entire thing had been a set up from Tylers side to show me that I did not belong here.

And what better way to drive it in than presenting me in front of the person to whom my very existence was proof that she'd been cheated on by her husband once upon a time.

"Pray tell me why you here." She says and then scans me up and down distastefuly making me shrink back even more.

"It was Tyl-"

"Of course it was, you stupid child." She snaps,"I don't expect you to have the audacity to pull something like this on your own but I do expect you to have the brains to avoid something like this."

And now from the poo on her shoes I'd graduated into being the bug she stepped on with those same poop smeared shoes shoes.

"I'm sorry I didn't-"

"No you rarely do." She says,"It was my mistake expecting more from you, I will not make this mistake again."

"But Tyler-"

"I'll talk to Tyler." She cuts me off curtly looking at me with distaste,"I don't need to hear any more of your stupid excuses. I want you to go back to the house, make sure you don't make a scene while exiting. This is an extremely important event and i can't have you screwing everythin g over."

"But-"

"Your father will be back tomorrow so till then I expect you to be in the house and stay there till further instructions are given."

Was she putting me under house arrest?

I open my mouth to say something but before I can she cuts me off.

"The last thing we need is for you to flitter in and ruin everything. The last time your father brought you here was a disaster." She says,"I'd hoped Tyler would be more mature this time around and you'd have stopped being the foolish child you always were but nothing can change your undignified upbringing."

Excuse me?
Did she just-

"To the world you're here as my daughter." She states,"And I expect you to behave like it."

"Which means you follow the rules that are laid down for you Juliana." She continues,"There is a lot at stake here and you waltzing around as you feel is something I do not want to deal with."

I stand there unable to say anything. All my protests had gone straight out of the window because nothing I could say could even remotely get her to hear my side of the story.

Well I could always elbow her straight in the boobs but then that would be "undignified".

She starts to walk out but at she stops and turns behind.

"I heard about your amnesia." She states throwing me a sharp look,"I can't be bothered to make sure whether this just a hoax you're trying to pull for whatever goddamn reason or whether it's genuine. But hear me loud and clear this time Juliana, you're not going to stray one inch out of line this time, especially when it comes to that boy."

Her gaze turns steely,"Because this time around no one will be able to save you."

And with that she leaves.

And I just stand there shell shocked staring after her with my mouth hanging open.

Did she just threaten me?

What boy?

WHAT DOES SHE MEAN BY THIS TIME AROUND?

TO SAVE ME? SAVE ME FROM WHAT?
HER?

UUUGH WHY WAS EVERYBODY SO DAMN CRYPTIC IN THIS PLACE?

"Leaving yet?" Tyler's voice rings out cutting through my frustrated thoughts. I'd not noticed him enter because I was so utterly lost trying to decide his mothers strange words.

"Or do you still plan on being incredibly stupid and staying here?" He finishes

If I kill him now will I get into trouble?

I eye the bodyguards in the room that his mother had left presumably to make sure that I got "home" without making a scene.

I'm sure they won't care if I kill off Tyler, I mean hey, one jackass less on this planet was not hurting anybody.

Except of course his fire breathing bitch of a mother.

She may not be the most caring person but I hardly think she'd approve of me murdering her son.

So instead I settle for a glare,"You tricked me."

Tyler shrugged,"It was easy enough. All that was required was to add a plus one on my name."

"I'm surprised you knew what addition was." I state drily.

"How else would I know how much money I have in my bank account." He mocks.

Asshole.

He grins taking a step forward,"I told you this isn't a place for you. Go. I'm giving you a chance. The jet is refueled, leave and I promise that I'll make sure nobody bothers you again."

"Does me being here really make you feel so insecure that you're resorting to these cheap tricks?" I ask,"Running to your mommy because you're afraid of a girl who is just a little over five feet hardly makes you threatening Tyler."

"In fact it's just sad that you're using your mother to scare me into walking away." I finish.

He laughs.

"You've got it all wrong." He says coldly,"I don't want you to walk away, I want you to run away."

I'd tried being nice. I'd tried waving the white flag but enough was enough.

First I'd got badgered by Mr spoilt rich brat about getting amnesia and then I'd got road rolled on by his mother.

Enough was enough.

I understood why the both of them hated me. I really did.

I was proof of my father's greatest mistake and seeing me in itself was a slap on Amelia Windsor's face as well as reminder to Tyler that he could just as easily be replaced.

And if that's not enough one whisper about my real lineage could potentially destroy the career that the entire Windsor family had spent decades building.

But that didn't give anybody the right to trample over me and say my upbringing was undignified or for that matter threaten me.

I was who I was and if they had a problem with it, well they were just going to have to deal with it.

But enough was enough, I was done being the nice helpless girl. Especially not to shits who didn't deserve it.

After all life was about that. Sorting out the people who'd stand by you and face all the shit you go through, with you, and the people who you're supposed to throw all the said shit at.

And Tyler Windsor was starting to annoy me. At first I'd thought that I'd simply be able to ignore him, treating him as nothing but a pesky fly but I'd underestimated him.

He was nowhere near a pesky fly but more like a very irritating bee. Which is why I would have to at least swat him away if nothing else before he really got the chance to sting me.

Which is why I was done playing nice after all if he was so desperate to see the bitchy side of me, who am I to deprive him of it?

After all when someone treats you like you are poo on their Jimmy Choo, you make sure to kick them where it hurts with the same shoe.

So stand back bitches because Rebecca is in the house and she's going to show you how to do it.

"I know what you're capable of sister dear." He continues,"I'd underestimated you the last time. Although you may not look like much I'm fully aware of just how capable you are fucking up people's lives. Not only do you have a natural flair to ruin people's lives but your entire existence itself threatens to ruin ours. I'm not making the same mistake twice."

Aah but he already had.

"I don't know if you've heard brother dear." I say icily,"But I no longer ruin lives, especially of those who think that playing a few childish tricks make them threatening. I have far bigger priorities than to join your little tea party."

I'm about to leave but I turn at the last second and give him my best smile,"But if you do graduate into a higher category than just being an arrogant bastard and really get under my skin then you're going to get the first hand privilege to see just how well I can destroy lives now."

And then I turn and leave.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Rebecca: *wipes a tear dramatically* I'm so awesome it hurts to see

Author: Hey this is the authors note which means author AKA Nylla is supposed to do the talking. So I'm sorry about the update it just that this chapter was such a drag because of the backstories if things are confusing dont worry it will become-

Rebecca:*ignores Nylla and rereads the ending of the chapter* No matter how I look at it, I really can't be more amazing.

Author:*sighs* This is exactly why we need Will.

Will:*yawning* Somebody said my name?

Rebecca:*snorts* Must be nice sleeping all the time while I'm doing all the work

Will: It is.

Rebecca:*rolls her eyes* I can't wait for you to come in the next chapter so that you finally do some work instead of lazying around

Will:I hardly doubt that's the only reason you want me to come in the next chapter.

Rebecca:*blushes deep red and looks away* I don't know what you're talking about.

Will:Oh really?

Author: ITS THE AUTHORS NOTE!!!!! AUTHOR. AUTHOR AS IN ME. ME AS IN AUTHOR!! LET THE AUTHOR TALK!

Rebecca:*moves away from Will still not looking at him*

*Clears throat* Yeah let the author talk

Will: I don't need to talk, there are far better options that don't need talking.

Rebecca:*stammers* I-I -dont know what you're talking about*looks like a tomato*

Will:*smiles*

Author:*looks back and forth between the two as both are completley oblivious to her presence*

Go get a room. I can't believe you guys are having all this sexual tension in the authors note at least wait for the book.

Rebecca:*huffs* What sexual tension? I haven't even met him yet in the book.

Will:Not that you remember.

Rebecca: What's that supposed-

Author:AAAAHHHHHHHHH AND THATS IT FOR TODAY BECAUSE SOME MORONS ARE GOING TO GIVE AWAY IMPORTANT PLOT POINTS YOU MAY HAVE ALREADY GUESSED

Rebecca: What plot points?

Will:*solemnly* The world running out of Butterscotch

Rebecca:WHAT! WHY? *turns to Nylla* ARE YOU CRAZY? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME? I REFUSE TO DO THIS!

Nylla:Calm down-

Rebecca*rocks back and forth* No butterscotch? What even is life-

Will:*turns to audience while Nylla tries to calm Rebecca down* Don't forget to comment vote and tell us what you think. Nylla also promises to update the next chapter sooner because, well I'm there.

*Winks* See you all in the next chapter.