Chapter Five: All The Lies.


ASH

I hate this.

I cannot find it in myself to hate my dad. Years of wanting his love does these things to me. And as much as I hate Paul for going along with dad's orders, I wish Dad would have asked me instead.

Does this make me twisted? I think it does.

But I do see an upside, or a reason, why he chose Paul do go instead of me. I mean, if Paul fucks this up, for instance tries to kill Cyrus but doesn't, Cyrus will have his head on a silver platter, literally. Maybe my dad values my life a little more.

Hopeful thinking?

Yeah, but that's all I really have right now.

I decide to go for a drive to get my head away from the clouds; a drive to the park. A walk in the park is what I need; that, or a dog.

When I get there, I sit on a bench that is facing the pond in the middle of the park.

Weirdly enough, I'm not thinking for a while, I'm just daydreaming.

"You okay?" a female voice asks me.

That brings me back down to Earth.

"Hm? Yeah."

The girl is sitting at the other end of the bench and she looks like she's my age. She has long wavy vibrant purple hair and she's wearing a light yellow V-neck t-shirt with sky blue jean short shorts.

"You were staring into space for a good five minutes."

"Really? Wow, I must have been really out of it."

"You alright?" she asks.

"Yeah, just home stuff," I answer.

The girl just looks at me before pulling out a pen and notepad from her purse and starts scribbling something on it. When she tears the paper from the notebook, she hands it to me. "It's my number, in case your life gets a little too hectic. I'm Lea by the way, what's your name?"

I smile at her, "Thanks, and I'm Ash."

She looks down in seeming thought.

"Oh my gosh, you're Ash Sicara! I had a feeling you looked familiar."

I chuckle at her response to my name.

"Well Ash, again, if you want to get away from all that hectic, call me," he says as she gets up and walks away.

So like, every day?


PAUL

So like, every day

I have to go through this?

Every day,

I'd be avoided as if I hold some contagious deathly virus?

Every day,

Get death glares from the entire staff?

Every day,

Feel watched? And not only by the three cameras in my room.

Every day?

I'd go crazy.

Clearly my dad hates me. Why would he send me here when I had it so great back home? This is so stupid! They're acting like this because of an election? I didn't do anything wrong! I have no idea why they hate me so much, I didn't do shit.

I walk downstairs to get a water bottle. When I go back upstairs I spot Dawn sitting on the stairs. Just sitting.

I walk a few steps towards her, then stop and look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Is there a reason why you're sitting here?"

"Huh? Uh, I'm waiting for someone."

This peaks my curiosity. "Who?"

"Just a friend," she says with a sigh, almost regrettably. I'm already confused.

"Mind if I wait with you?" I have nothing else to do.

"Uh, sure?" I'm sure she's confused but whatever, maybe I can learn something by talking to her. Maybe if I earn her trust, her father will let his guard down.

I enjoy her company, even though none of us really speak for a while, until she decides to break the ice.

"Why me?" she turns to face me. I see it in the corner of my eye as I too turn to face her.

I give her a confused look.

"Why me? Why us?"

She wants an answer. I can't answer her; I have no idea what she's talking about.

"What are you talking about?" I ask almost annoyed.

"Why did you ask me if you could stay here with us? Wouldn't your dad resent you more?"

I have to think fast. I had a feeling she would ask, but I never prepped an answer.

"Well… I… uh…" crap, stuttering, "well… you were the~ first one I bumped into, so I asked you," I say, trying to sound convincing.

I'm not.

"Don't you have family that would take you in?"

"Yeah right, half of my family already doesn't speak to us since our fall from the high life. The other half would never take me in if I disobeyed my father. Especially in the way that I did; mingle with the enemy, I'm practically considered a disgrace." I hang my head low. The first part is true, except most of my family left when we got thrown out of the high life, the rest is all just an act, and man do I put on a good show.

"Oh," she sympathizes, "then why ask us to stay here if that's what got you in trouble in the first place?"

"Revenge, in a way. I can't believe what my father said to me- did, rather. I would love to see the look on his face if he knew where I was. It would tear him to pieces in frustration. That is worth all this." Wow, I even surprize myself sometimes.

"Hmm…" she's in thought, "your dad seems really mean."

"Well, he could be a bastard most of the time, now I just plain hate him."

She looks down in thought once more.

What the heck is she thinking?

"I could help you," she says shooting up instantly.

I shake my head in confusion, "what?"

She has a cunning look in her eyes, "we could make this public."

"What?"

"Many people will question it, and they'll question your dad also. This would be great, for you and for us."

"Dawn, what are you talking about?" I'm getting annoyed on the fact that she won't clue me in on what's going on in her head.

"Do you really want revenge on your father?" It's a serious question.

In a way I do; I hate being here, but I don't know what she has in mind. Well if I say no, it will only backfire. What other choice do I have?

"Yeah, I do," I say.

She nods at me and smiles, "we could throw a televised event, like a ball or something. Your dad would surely be watching to see what we're up to and maybe your family as well. You staying here and them seeing it, it screams traitor, and on your end, it's a great plot for revenge."

Wow, doesn't she have a string of thought. Whatever, let her thing what she wants. When my dad sees this, he'll be proud that they actually want to show me. It'll be like gaining their trust, just like he wants.

"Let's do this."


DAWN

Let's do this

Let's get the voters questioning your dad's decisions.

Let's do this

Let them see that he just gave us his trophy son.

Let's do this

Let us show the public that Giovanni doesn't think before he acts.

Let's do this

Let's show them that we are the bigger person.

Yes Paul, let's do this.

I smile almost deviously at him, "This upcoming weekend then. We'll host a ball."

"Whatever works I guess," he says. My dad will thank me for this.

My doorbell finally rings and I could almost feel my eyes illuminate. Kenny is here for a visit.

I run to the door and yank it open. "Kenny!"

"Hey Dawn, how have you been?" he holds up his arms prompting for a hug which I totally give in to.

"I'm good, how are you?" I ask still locked in the embrace.

"I'm good," he says as he pulls away.

"Come in," I say as I hold the door open for him as he walks inside.

Paul is still sitting on the stairs where I left him. I see Kenny look at him and then he turns to me looking confused.

Introductions? I think so.

"Kenny this is Paul. Paul, this is Kenny."

"Hey," says Paul with very little enthusiasm.

"Hi," Kenny says almost nervously as he waves his hand at Paul.

"Dawn, can I speak with you in the ballroom," he whispers to me.

"Sure," I say as we start walking towards the ballroom.

I close the door behind us. "What's up Kenny?"

"Isn't that Paul Sicara?"

"Yeah?"

"Isn't it the Sicara's that murdered your mother?"

"Kenny, we don't know that for sure."

He glances sideways, "I don't know Dawn, I don't trust him."

Oh God, didn't I just have this conversation yesterday.

"Paul was five years old when my mother died, I could assure you that he had nothing to do with it."

"Ok, I can believe that he had nothing to do with it, but I just don't trust him."

I sigh and then smile. "I don't trust him 100% either, but I trust him enough to say that he isn't going to kill anyone," I laugh sarcastically.

He chuckles with me, "ok, I could trust that too," he says.

"Good, now let's get out of this ballroom."

*&^%

I look at the clock on my bedside stand. It read 7:05pm; everyone will be here in an hour for the televised ball. I'm running late; my hair is still wet and I'm still in my towel.

Crap.

Usually I'm on time and now… I guess I'll just have to be fashionably late.

I walk up to my closet to pick one of my many dresses to wear. After twenty minutes of choosing via elimination process, I decide on a light pink Cinderella ball gown. The top is silk with crystal embellishments, the cut is strapless with a sweetheart neckline, and the bottom is a lot of poof.

It is now 7:27pm. Thirty minutes left. Well, I'll definitely be late. I slip into a simply camisole and pyjama short shorts to do my hair.

Half of my hair is in curls when there's a knock at my door. "Come in!" I say while separating a strand of hair.

The door opens and all I hear is, "You're still not ready yet? It's past 7:30pm!"

"Oh well, I'll be late, big whoop," I say twirling my hair around the iron wand.

"The press will be here in 15 minutes, they wanted an exclusive interview with you," my dad explains.

"Guess they won't get it," I chuckle.

I see my dad in the mirror; he's giving me a stern look. "Sorry, I just lost track of time. They'll have to get their interview some other time."

"You sure you want to show that Sicara kid?"

I frown a little, put the wand down, and turn to face him, "his name is Paul dad, and yes I do. This will be good for us. Everyone will think badly of Giovanni, giving up his trophy son, come on dad! It's a no brainer, and it totally taunts the Sicara's."

"Alright," he gives in, "I trust you."

"Thanks," I say as he leaves the room and I turn back to face the mirror to resume curling my hair.

At 8:15pm, I tie my curled hair into a loose side pony tail that looks really nice. My hair and makeup are finally done; my makeup is really light, a tad of foundation and blush, brown eyeliner, mascara, light pink and white eye shadow, and a pink gloss on my lips. The only thing that's left is my dress which lies on my bed.

I strip off my clothes and slip into the beautiful ball gown. That's when I realize the problem; the back of my dress is a corset.

Well, this is a predicament.

Everyone is downstairs right now. Nobody can help me… unless…

I page my maid, Anna. I wait for her to respond. Three minutes later I lose hope. She's probably helping out downstairs at the party.

Aw crap I'm screwed. I guess I'm stuck here 'til someone checks up on me.

8:30pm Yup, I'm about as fashionably late as I can get.

A knock on my door,
A sigh of relief.

I hold up the top of my dress with one hand while the other is reaching for the door knob.

"Anna! Thank God you came-"

"Anna?"

"Paul? What are you doing here?"

He gives me a stupid look, "You're half an hour late, what are you still doing here?"

"I'm… uh… in a predicament," I say opening my door more so that he could step in. When he did I close the door revealing my problem by exposing to him my bare back.

"Oh~"

I turn to him, "I tried to call my maid, but she's probably helping out downstairs and now I'm stuck."

"I could help you," he suggests.

"You know how to tie a corset?"

He walks behind me. "It's not that hard," he says as I feel the ribbon tighten.

"How… uh, tight do you want it?" I could feel the awkwardness.

"Well, I'd like to breathe, so as long as I could do that- yeah like that!" I say as he tests it.

He continues to tie it in silence. This is very much an awkward silence.

"There," he says.

"It's perfect!" I say spinning around, "thanks Paul."

I look at him. He looks like he's about to say something.

"Yes?"

I think I startled him.

"Uh- we- we should head downstairs."

"Ok?" He's acting weird.

What a freak, I laugh silently to myself.

"Yeah, we should," I agree as we both head out of my room.


Finally this chapter is up! Anyways, the next chapter continues with the ball and there's a little argument between Dawn and Paul but have no fear because Ikarishipping starts on chapter seven! :D

Also, I made Lea for Ash because if Dawn can't be with Ash, and Ash can't be gay with Paul, he can't have anyone else! :P

Anyways, guess who has a future copy of a pre-ordered Pokemon: White 2? I do :D

Okay, that's all. Happy Sunday :D!

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