Amelia's POV

Taylor, my dads slave should be here soon. I haven't said much to my grandparents since dad was here. Grandma did help me pack though.

I'm still mad. Maybe I'm not as mad, but I am also was the home I grew up in, and now I'm basically being sent away. I'll miss it here, a lot. I know that I'll back for visits, and holidays though.

Eventually Taylor came. He got everything in the SUV. My grandparents looked really upset. I didn't say anything too them. I only left with Taylor.

"We are here ." Taylor speaks. "You may go inside. I'll put your things in your bedroom. Mr. Grey is working. He will be home around five."

"Thanks." I say bluntly.

I go inside. It's still huge here. Very fancy, and opened still. I hate to admit it, but dad has good taste in apartments.

"Ms. Grey. It's great too see you." Gail smiles at me. "It's been a month, but it has felt like a year."

"It's good too see you too. How are things?" I ask. I do like Gail, she's very kind, and she goes out of her way.

"Things are good. Mr. Grey wants you too eat lunch. I just made pasta." Gail informs me.

Of course dad wanted her to make me food. That man is obsessed with people, and eating properly. It's really annoying.

"Thank you." I smile.

Gail leads me to the kitchen. I mine as well eat. If I don't, somehow dad will find out. So I quickly eat as much as I can.

Later on I find myself finished unpacking. Gail helped me, so of course I thanked her. I appreciated the help.

I really do like Gail. I've known her my entire life, and I think that it's safe too say I trust her. I can put up with Gail too. I do feel bad that she has to put up with dad. He is very controlling.

I go downstairs. I decide on checking out the fridge. Maybe there is pineapplejuice? Oh god I hope so! I think I'm addicted to that juice, considering I prefer it over any other kind of juice.

I open the fridge. Great fully I smile as I grab the pineapplejuice. Thank god, Mr. billionaire knows his juice.

"You've found the pineapplejuice." I recognize the voice, and I nearly choke on my drink. "Are you that surprised too see me in my home?" Dad asks me.

"Sorry... you scared me." I snap. Dad narrows his eyes at me. "Sorry." I mutter.

"You didn't say goodbye to your grandparents. They were very hurt, Amelia. I want you to call them after dinner. I'm not going to make you apologize too your grandmother yet. That's up too you." Dad explains in his yet again business voice.

"I'm not ready to call them." I state. I really don't want to make dad mad, but I'm not ready to call them.

"Fine, but your laptop is mine until you do so." Dad tells me. "And I didnt like your language, but I'll give you that as a warning. Do I make myself clear?" Dad questions me. I nod, not wanting to make him pissed at me by saying something clever. "Good,wash
/up. Dinner is in an hour."

Wow, dad is definitely a killjoy. He made itsounded like we came to some sort of agreement. He really is fustrating with his controlling attitude. I have too live with him until I graduate! There goes all of my freedom, and weekends with friends.

/

I have a nap, maybe I'll wake up, and this will all be some sorta dream. Ha, I wish.

I do have a nap though. I'm woken up by knocking on my bedroom door. "Yeah?" I call out.

Gail opens my door with a kind smile. "Ms. Grey, dinner is made up. I was sent by Mr. Grey. We didn't know you were asleep." Gail blushes.

"Oh, it's fine. I usually have naps." I smile as I get up. "Thank you Gail."

When I'm downstairs I see food is already on the table. Dad awknowledges me, and I sit a couple of seats away from him.

I stareat the food on my plate. I begin slowly eating it. I enjoy Gail's cooking, and I have kinda missed it.

"Amelia, you need too eat more. You've lost a lot of weight since you were last here." Dad says disapprovingly. I guess I look hurt because dad instantly apologizes. "Sorry Amelia, but you understand what I mean."

"Yeah... sure." I say bluntly as I eat more food off of my plate. "I'm not ready to call them." Dad doesn't respond. We just continue to eat in silence.

After dinner, I ranas fast as I couldand wentto my bedroom. I'm not ready too forgive my grandparents, or dad. They betrayed me. I feel bad that I left my grandparents, leaving them hurt, but I just need time.

I lay in bed. Deciding what too do I check my phone. I don't have lots of friends, I only have one really close friend called Krista. We aren't verypopularor anything in school, nor are we geeks. Krista might have a few other friends, other than
me, but our school is almost filled with complete idiots. Krista, and I areaverage students... I mean can you call me average?

Hey, can't believe Christmas break is almost over! How are things at ur dads? -K

I smile at Kristas text. I'm so thankful that she messaged me. I can talk to someone other than Gail, or dad.

Me too! And things are boring but so far not too bad -A

Good. Remember if things go south u can stay at my place anytime -K

Thanks but my dad would find me easily if I left. He's a stalker -A

"Who are you texting?" Dad asks scaring me a little. "I didn't mean to make you scared." Dad smirks.

"Yeah, but you probably find it amusing." I roll my eyes. "And you know who Krista is." What does this man want?

"Krista Anthonys? Why is she texting you at this hour?" Dad asks me. He seems annoyed now. "And don't roll your eyes."

"You know that tomorrow is Saturday. School doesn't start up again until Monday." I chuckle.

"I don't care. It's getting late. Tell your friend good night." Dad orders me. "I'll be back in five minutes. You should use that time too get in bed."

I don't argue with dad. I rather not make him pissed off tonight. I just nod, and shut my door so I can get changed.

Dad isn't Kristas number one fan. I don't think he hates her, or anything. He just doesn't know her as well as grandma, and grandpa do.

I know my grandparents are very fond of her. Krista has met them multiple times. I've known her since the start of freshman year. And since we are sophomores now, that's like over a year.

Once I'm ready for bed, I decide to turn off my light. I'm basically ready to go to sleep until I hear a knock on my bedroom door. "Open if you want." I say full of annoyance.

"Good, you're in bed. I thought I'd have to argue with you." Dad smirks. "I'll see you in the morning, good night Amelia." Yeah, if I'm up in the morning.

"Good night." I mumble as dad closes my door.

It's annoying that he has to check, to make sure I'm in bed. The lack of trust in this house is none.