"Screw you! I'm out of here!"

Yea, that was the last thing I ever said to my dad…until now. It's not my fault; I was only fourteen at the time. I ran away from my dad's house in North Carolina, and bought a ticket to Columbia, Missouri where I would live in Ashland with my mom until I graduated. I had a wild streak, and got in trouble with the law out in Colorado, and was sentenced to live with my dad in Hawaii for two years on probation. Although I'm 19 years old now! The law is so gay.

"It's alright Lindsey. You can do it.", I kept telling myself…Yea right!

I exited the plane, and headed over to baggage claim. I sat there for almost an hour, waiting for my eight suitcases to go around the bend. The worst part wasn't waiting for my bags, it was thinking about how my dad was going to react. He used to be part of the WWE staff. He used to own a fifth of the company. That's why I left N.C, I was sick of him not being there. But I heard now, that he's a bondsman.

I put my bags on a cart, and pushed them to the pick-up area. That's where they were…yes I said they. There were three strangers, and my dad. Two dudes and a female that looked like she could kick my ass. I hope she doesn't.

"Lindsey Ann." Dad called. SHIT. Try to be natural Lindsey!

"Err…Hi...Dad", Way to be calm Lindsey. You sound scared of the old, fat man.

"What did you do to be sent out here?" He asked so calmly. Crap, he already knows. Quick! Change the subject!

"Nothing! What's with the badasses?" I asked trying to catch him off guard.

"This is Duane," He pointed to the biggest, long haired, blonde guy, "Tim," second guy, "And this is Beth, Duane's wife."

They all looked at me as if they knew what mess I had been in. I realized that they were waiting on me to say something.

"Sup. I'm Lindsey" SMOOTH

"Well, enough talk let's throw your shit in the car, and get it back to the house." Dad said

He grabbed half of my bags in his hands, then Duane and Tim each grabbed two. My dad and I rode in this big black SUV, while Beth, Duane, and Tim rode to the house in one just like it.

The house was very nice. Spacey, as if you could get lost in it. Three stories, white, and it was right over the ocean. It's beautiful. My room's on the third story and its balcony is over the pool, but you can see the tides out on the beach. My perfect prison…