I walked down the corridor. Hoping to never reach the end. Where Daddy's study was behind one of the many identical white doors.

Many past pictures of my relatives, hanged in polished golden frames. Watching me sternly as I walked past. I was desperately trying to make an excuse, but there was no excuse of what I done.
Before I known it, I was facing the white door. This was it. Now I must face my fear. My Father.
I knocked once, and heard his strong voice.

"Come in."

I hesitated, and then entered.
There were many trophies in his study, glistening proudly.
The long beams of sunlight, shone through the tall windows. A large wooden desk was where my father sat behind. His powerful glare remained on me. There was no kindness in his eyes, his fiery red hair was slowly bolding, and his handsome looks were slowly fading.

The father that I loved so much is gone now. Replaced by a power mad, selfish man. Who cares for nothing except his money.

"Daddy?" I asked timidly, looking at his long stretched shadow.

"Sit down." He commanded. I obeyed. I sat down on the chair facing his desk; this one was much smaller than his throne like chair.

"You disappointed me." There was no warmth or kindness in his voice.
"You and your 'friends' travelled to France, Hawaii, Mexico, Australia, Tokyo- without my permission! And spent my money." His voice was rising getting more angrier.

I lowered my head , "I'm sorry, Daddy."

He wouldn't forgive me. He's too stuborn for that.