Hello to all. Here is the next chapter. Enjoy. I do not own anything.

Chapter 9: The Prison

The next day, I moved out of the city and into the suburbs. The house was brownstone and had five stories. The widows of the house were old styled, had darks blinds, and nice frames around them. It became obvious to me that Dad wanted to move so the risk of anyone seeing me would be decreased.

The first floor was almost like an apartment. It had a bedroom, a bathroom, a study, and a living room. The bedroom was sky blue, my favorite color; had a closet and a dresser with new clothes in my size, a nice one person size bed, a big screen TV, and a book case with movies on it. The bathroom didn't have a mirror. However, you could tell where it use to be. The living room had a door that was connected to the garden. However, the garden looked more like a dust field. The grass was a very light shade of green, but all of the plants were died. There was also a fence that circled the garden with cameras on the fence. Obviously, Dad didn't want to take any chances of anyone seeing me.

The second floor had a living room and a kitchen. The third floor was just like the first floor, but the study was more of a mix of a small art studio and a small library. The fourth floor had three good size bedrooms. The first one had two medium size suitcases that I didn't recognized. The fifth floor was the attic. It had a large widow, a good size conch, and a lot of dusty boxes.

I went back to my room. Daniel probably finished unpacking my stuff, or the stuff that wasn't broken on my first day of being a beast. I lay on my bed. I started to close my eyes. However, I heard footsteps. I opened my eyes to find that it was Daniel. "Hello, Daniel." I said sarcastically.

"Hello, Ms. Victorica." He said with a smile. "Do you like your room?"

"Daniel, where's my dad?" I said, ignoring his question.

"I believe that he's at work." He replied.

"No, I mean where is he staying?"

Daniel had a face on that screamed "bad news." "Ms. Victoria, I don't know how to tell you this, but your father isn't staying here."

"What?" I said. It hit me. Dad was never moving with me. Only I was moving. I then realized who the black suitcases belong to. They were Daniel's. Daniel was going to stay with me. I was going to trap in this place forever, while my friends and Dad enjoy life without me. "Where is the phone, Daniel?"

"There is no phone, Ms. Victoria." He said.

"No phone?" Daniel, you are such a bad lair. "Daniel, I need to talk to my dad. Is he just going to leave me here without telling me or saying even good bye?" I said before knocking the nightstand. "Where is the phone, Daniel?'

"Ms. Victoria-"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT" I roared. "I HATE IT AND IT MAKES YOU SOUND LIKE AN IDOIT." I then looked at him with anger. "You probably think I'm some soft of monster.

"No, Victoria. You're just having a bad day. My wife would sometimes say-"

"WOULD YOU STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR WIFE? SHE'S NOT HERE AND I DON'T WANT HEAR YOU BRING HER INTO EVERY CONVERSITION." I roared at him again.

I then collapsed on my bed, filled anger. My dad must hate me. He probably thought I'm too ugly to be his daughter and doesn't want to be live in the same house as me.

"Daniel, please. I have to talk to him. Nothing bad is going to happen. Please." I said for calmly.

Daniel looked down, deep in though, but only for second. "Ok, I'll be right back."

I started to pick up the nightstand and everything that was on the nightstand. I was probably a bitch for yelling at him when he was trying to help me. I know this wasn't his fault but …. I was just too mad of what was going on.

Daniel then came back to my room with a cell phone. So there really isn't a phone in this place. Nicely done, Dad, nicely done.

"I picked up the nightstand." I said to Daniel. He gave me a half smile and gave me the phone.

"Good luck." He said, knowing that I would need it.

"What is it, Daniel?" Dad said, sounding really annoyed.

"It isn't Daniel, Dad."

"What is it, Victoria? I'm about to go on T-."

"You always use that excuse. Just listen. I won't take along."

"Victoria, I know you don't want to there, but I'm doing this to prot-"

"That is bullshit. The only one you're protecting is yourself." I almost yelled in to the phone.

"This conversation is over, Vict-"

"No, it is not. Don't hang up on me or… I'll go to the network and tell everyone there I'm your daughter."

After a moment, he gave in. "What do you want?"

I want to have my old life back. I want to be beautiful and popular again. But instead I said, "I need a few things. If you can get them for me, then I'll stay here. Otherwise, I'm going."

"What things?"

"First, I would like a computer with Internet. I'm not going to do anything crazy, but I just need to entrain or help myself."

"Ok, what's next?"

"Next, I want a tutor."

"A tutor? Last time I checked, you were getting around C plus. It was true. I truly hated school. However, there weren't a whole lot of options of what to do this prison. Plus, a tutor would be someone to talk to. "I want keep up with my studies." I replied.

"Ok, I'll look into that. Anything else?"

"Finally, I don't want you to visit me." I knew that he wouldn't visit anyway. If he wanted to be with me, he wouldn't have dumped me in this hell. I knew that he would text or call to cancel every visit day with the excuse of working. I never wanted to have the same disappointing feeling I felt with Johnny.

"Ok, Victoria. If that is what you want." He said while I rolled my eyes, knowing he would say that.

"Yes, it is." I said before hanging up and wiping a single tear from my eyes.

So that was chapter nine, I hope you all like it. I still need ideas for the trailer. I do thank Eustacegirl for the idea for Daniel. However, I hinted in one chapter that Daniel was Scottish. I was also planning to make him in his early to mid thirties. I was also planning to change Victoria's name just like in the book. I have looked at a couple names, but if anyone has any suggests, please let me know.