Hey guys this is the first covenant story ive done, so enjoy and please R&R will be muchly appreciated!
Dont own the covenant, only OC.

Bently's POV -

"Well here i am i guess," i mumbled under my voice as i showed up in the small town of ipswich.
My driver took me to the new house, the one where all my belongings had been taken, MY house, i never thought i could own something like that but i guess i did now.
We pulled up outside one of ipswhichs many mansions and the driver opended the door for me, i sighed, i had to get out of the car eventually and face the reality.
I gazed up at the incredible house, i shouldnt be this miserable to be here, owning my own house, living my life how i'd always dreamed, i guess now was the time to wake up and realise, i did just that as Mr Elm walked towards me with a smile on his face.

So here's the deal.
I was a normal 17 year old living life, out of home, struggling like all teens living out of home, pulling together as many shifts together from work as i could to get by.
It had been a daily struggle since my mum had kicked me out and god knows where my dad was, anyway, it was a cold and rainy afternoon i had come home to a strange visitor waiting at the coffee table, my housemate had informed me.
He wore glasses and looked smart carrying a briefcase and wearing a very nice, obviously very expensive tailored suit, He stood at my approach and smiled kindley.
"You must be Miss. Haywood," i noded at him and shook his outstretched.
"Just call me Bently, I dont mean to be rude but who are you," i questioned.
"My name is Mr Edward Elm and im a well you could call me a laywer of sorts, mostly im a personal assistant, well i was up until recently," as soon as i heard the word lawyer my mind went into spins, why would a lawyer be here, i started freaking out slowly in my head, he must have seen my uneasyness and quickly followed up his last statement.
"No need to worry, your not in any sort of trouble, im here on business actually, i have something very important to tell you," He motioned for me to take a seat at the table he had been sitting at, so i sat down across from him and pondered what he had just said.
"What kind of business are you here on?" i questioned very confused now, he glanced at me and slowly began to take large documents out of his briefcase, followed by a small letter with a candle wax seal on the back.
"Where to start, it has come to my attention that my client that recently passed had some business he wanted me to finish up after he was gone, It seems that he had kept alot of secrets, even from me," he frowned down at the paper work and handed me something that looked like a birth certificate.
"This would be yours," I looked over it for a second and then double checked it.
"I think you have a mistake, this isnt mine, i mean it has my same name on it but the wrong last name, and different parents, Siblings to, i dont have siblings, i really think you have a mistake, not even worrying about the document infront of me anymore because it had nothing to do with me.
"No my dear i dont, This is your original birth certificate, you were adopted,"
i looked at him stunned, what was this man talking about.
"There was some complications just after you were born and your biological parents thought it best that you be given a "normal" childhood persay," i just sat there like this isnt happening.
"No, i have parents, there names are Monica and Joe Haywood, i just spoke to my mum the other day, theres obviously been a major mix up," i just sat there with a frown on my face.
He started pulling out more and more documents, detailing major events that only my parents would know that have gone on in my life, Naming schools i had attended, pets i had, Christmas presents id gotten certain christmas's, it was starting to get ridiculous how accurate he was getting.
"okay stop, i get it, im...adopted," i looked down sadley at the documents in front of me.
"Wait, you said your client that has recently passed, who were you refering to," i waited for his reply.
"That would be your late father, James Danvers, I'm Sorry for your loss," he looked at me sympathetically.
"Dont be, i never new the man and besides, how can someone like that honestly call himself my father when he put me into the hands of two people that completly screwed me up anyway.
"Ah yes, he was aware of this, that is why im coming to you now, he wanted you to know about everything and meet your real family," i looked at him like he was crazy.
"Oh yeah after all this time, he wants me to meet my family NOW?...righto," i rolled my eyes.
"He thought you might be a little grudgingly towards him and the family, He left you this amoung other things to explain it all," He handed me a the letter i had seen earlier with the candle wax seal.
I looked at it for a moment and then placed it infront of me, he looked at me expectantly as if i was going to open it right then and there.
"You said that and otherthings, what else do i have to deal with," he pushed some documents towards me.
"He left you an inheritance, even though your not 18 his will was that you aquire it be 18 or not," I looked at the piece of paper and hummed, slowly reading over it.
"I James Danvers, yada yada yada, leave my fortune to be split between my children evenly," Blah Blah Blah, i kept reading "To my only baby daughter Bently Zula Cleo Haywood, i Leave..." My eyes popped.
"Is he seriously for real right now? ALL of THAT!" I re-read the sentance over and over.
"Yes my dear, it is also more then the other children as to say sorry for what he and your mother put you through, you could say a sort of Compensation," He looked at me sympathetically.
"If you would sign the bottom, it will be yours and deposited into your account by tomorrow morning," he said pushing his glasses back up his nose.
"There was also a request he made and that you wont be able to sign for your inheritance until you agree," i looked at him skeptically as he handed me another slip of paper.
"He was aware that you didnt finish your senior schooling so he has requested that you attend Spencer Academy where his other sons attend and finish your schooling, while doing so, living in one of the Danvers houses in Ipswhich," i gawked at him.
"Are you kidding me?" i glared at the peice of paper.
"He only ever wanted the best for you and he felt that you need this and it would be the best thing for you, you wont be aloud your inheritance until you sign this document," i looked at it again and sighed, it probably was for the best, i'd been struggling my whole life, this would give me a break and id never have to worry about anything again for the rest of my life.
I signed both documents and passed them back to him, he looked through them, folded everything and closed them away into his briefcase, then he turned to me.
"On signing these documents, you will comence at spencer academy on monday next week, You'll need to pack your things tonight or tomorrow, all of them, and be ready by 9 oclock the day after tomorrow to leave for Ipswich, a driver will be here on the day along with another car to take all of your possesions to the new house," he looked at me as i tried to take all of this in.
"You wont live with the Danvers as of yet, we thought we'd give you time to settle in and whatnot before throwing you in the deep end," i nodded not knowing what else to say.
"I'm sorry about everything Bently, i really am, your father thought he was putting you in safe hands, i guess everyone makes mistakes," he gave me a sympathetic look again.
"Your a spitting image of your mother and father, I must warn you though, since your fathers death she has become quite the alcoholic, best not to get your hopes up about a motherly figure because i assume she may let you down," i nodded again, I hadnt seen a photo of either of my mother or father, let alone any of my family at all.
I had Black curly hair to my waiste, Bright green eyes with olive skin and a sprinkle of freckles on my face along with small dimples. I was quite short for my age and i had a evenly porportioned body asside from my curvy butt i was pretty normal, i pondered thinking what my biological family looked like.
"Ive learnt never to expect alot from people through my life, really its okay," i gave him a sad smile, still pondering.
"Yes best not to," i hadnt noticed but he had brought out another folder and layed it out infront of me of the table.
"Theres some photos of your family in here, All there names, Birthdays, Where they live, ect. ect. just basic stuff you may have wanted to know about them all," he pushed it over to me waiting for me to open it again, but after a couple of minutes of not budging he gave up.
"Well it seems all of my business here is done, he finally closed his breifcase with a click of the locks before standing and straightening his jacket.
"It was nice meeting you Bently, i must say even though everything that has gone on, you still seem like a good kid and dont worry, they'll love you," he smiled at me before crossing the room to the door.
"I'll be around as part of James request to help you with whatever you need, you could say a sort of assitant, My name and number is on the folder i just gave you, goodluck Miss Haywood, I'll be seeing you," he smiled and waved a little before turning and walking out the front door.
I just sat there, trying to process what had just happend, my head was spinning so i decided to maybe a nap would be the best thing, i gathered that papers and went to my room, slowly sitting on my bed and not long after curling up at the end, exhaustion overwhelming me, i soon nodded off all the information swirling in my head as i did so.