Next morning

The next morning, you wake up by sunlight. For a moment you are confused to find yourself in an almost empty but quite large room, instead of your slightly chaotic, small room at home. But then, with a sting in the heart, you remember what happened yesterday. How you came home from school and saw the police cars around your home. How you cried and met the FBI-Agents at the police station. And how you were brought to your father.

You suddenly don’t want to be awake anymore. You want to go back to sleep and to the illusion, this is just a bad dream and in a few minutes your mother would shake you awake and **** you to finally go to breakfast and school. But she will never do this again. She is gone.

Moaning you **** yourself out of the bed and move over to the wardrobe. Eric brought you some clothes yesterday, which suit your old lifestyle. Jeans, some hoodies, tank tops and T-shirts. And some underwear of course. But you are not sure what would suit your new environment. You don’t have such expensive dresses Veronica has. Your father always wears fancy shirts and business suits, despite the heat. Even William wore an elegant shirt yesterday.

You also don’t know if your new school requires some kind of uniform. If it is an expensive private school, you would look silly showing up in demolished jeans and a faded top. Now that you think about it, it’s just Friday. Shouldn’t you be at school already? It’s around eight am. But you cool down soon. Things doesn’t go so fast and you remember your father promising you, you have the weekend to process your mother’s ****.

Clothed in something not too shady, you head down to the dining room. on your way you are greeted by several members of the staff. Seems like they are all already busy. You wonder how much work this mansion can make them. When arriving at the dining room you see your father is already there. He wears a slightly blue shirt and an elegant tie. Currently he reads a newspaper, but looks up surprised when you come in.

“Good morning, Ashley,” your father greets friendly, “how are you? Yesterday must have been a rough day for you.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” you answer a little tired, “I need to look forward.”

You come closer to the table and barely notice a girl around your age coming to your side. She wears a maid uniform, smiles and looks asian. Seems like she serves the breakfast.