Catriona's P.O.V
I follow Cameron through the front door and head straight for the stairs "Catriona!" My father's voice booms off the walls of the large foyer.
I turn lazily and stare at my father with indifference "Yeah?"
"I told ye not to go oot without an escort!" He snaps
I roll my eyes "Then I wouldn'y have any fun, da"
"I don't care about ye having fun! I care about yer safety" He snaps
I feel anger flood through my veins "You wouldn't have te worry about my damn safety if ye made an honest living like normal folk!" With that I bound up the stairs and slam the door closed to my bedroom and collapse onto my bed and scream into my pillow. I hate him!
I was awoken the next morning by the sunlight streaming through my window, turning my room into a pink cage of bright light, my head isn't a fan. My mouth feels sticky and dry. I stagger from my bed and head to the bathroom where I drink water, brush my teeth and shower. Humanity comes back. I look at the date on the calendar over my desk and groan. It's mum and dad's anniversary party tonight. 30 magical years together… my ass. Dad's been cheating on my mum since before I could walk. Apparently he's adopted the philosophy of 'that's the mouth she kisses her kids goodnight with' and looks elsewhere to satisfy his needs. I can't believe they have the cheek to celebrate their fake marriage but we're Scots, any excuse to drink. I think back to the previous night and smile. I bet Connor and Murphy are not like that. I bet they would be faithful and loyal to a fault to the women lucky enough to capture their hearts.
A knock on my door nearly sends me out my skin "Who is it?" I call
"Me, darling" Mum calls in. I roll my eyes. Ever since we moved to America, mum has been trying to act all posh.
"Yeah, come in" I reply
The door opens and she smiles at me "Someone had an interesting night"
I hum thoughtfully "Beats this place"
Mum ignores me, as always when I say something she doesn't want to hear. "Are you excited for tonight?" She asks
I smile sarcastically "Thrilled"
She grins "I bought you a dress"
The smile turns into a look of horror "Oh, God" I mutter.
She opens my closet door and hanging on the back of it is a baby pink, floor length, chiffon dress that flows gently from the hips with a small diamante detail on the bodice and it as one strap and is sleeveless. It's actually not that bad, it's still pink but not bad.
"Thanks" I mutter
"Don't mutter, it's not ladylike" Mum scolds
I frown "I'm not a lady"
She frowns back "Cleary. Honestly, not one but two men, Irish at that"
I frown "Ma, you're Irish"
She shakes her finger "No, my parents are Irish, I'm Scottish"
"Whatever" I reply.
That night, I do what I have to do. I put on the dress, I put my hair in a low, braided chignon and put in a diamond clasp. I keep my make-up light, going for the natural look. I shove the half empty cigarette packet from my bag into my bra and check in the mirror that it doesn't stick out. I stare at my red lipstick and sigh. I much prefer that. I'd rather wear a little black dress and a crimson lip and be myself but I need to behave for a little while until I get another opportunity to get out. Maybe even see Murphy and Connor again.
The party starts off all sophisticated, dinner and stuff but slowly starts to decline into what the Scots and Irish seem to have in common. Crazy drinking and unnecessary loudness.
"Catriona!" A voice calls.
I turn to see a handsome, tall, blonde man coming towards me, his blue eyes make him look innocent but that smirk on his lips tells a different story.
"Kyle" I greet as he approaches.
He looks me over "You look great, as always"
I bite my tongue and nod "Thanks" I really hate this guy. Why? Because he's my dad's favourite employee which means he is sick and twisted. Which is a shame because we grew up together and he used to be a nice kid.
"I haven't seen you in a long time" He says
I shrug "Okay"
"Are ye okay?" He asks
I nod "Fine"
He's persistent "Wanna dance?" He asks
"No" I reply
He laughs "You've always been so blunt, even when we were kids"
I look up at him "I need some air" I turn towards the glass doors behind me that lead to our extensive gardens.
"Shall I come with ye?" he asks
"Please don't" I reply and head outside.
I take a deep breath and walk further away from the house. I take off my heels when I reach the grass and walk barefoot. I stick my hand into my strapless bra and pull out the cigarette packet. I take one out and the lighter I had shoved in there. I walk towards the metal barred, 10ft high fence that circles the property and lean against one of the bars while staring at the brightly lit mansion.
"That was easy" An Irish voice says from behind me.
I jump with a scream and drop my cigarette.