The President's Daughter by David Dower (best ebook reader for ubuntu .txt) 📖

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“Alice?” I soft voice, called out to me.

I turned my head to notice my mom looking at me with disappointed eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but I cut her off before she even had the chance.

“I know. I lied to you, I am sorry.” I said, rubbing my still but not as much pounding head.

“That’s… How did you know I was going to say that?” She questioned.

“Because it’s seems that I am apparently lying to everybody.” I said, sighing. “Look, I know I lied to you. But, please can we do this in the morning or something? Because I am honestly in no mood.”

My mom didn’t even bother to argue with me as she turned the other way. I was glad that she didn’t try to pressure me into saying something. She wasn’t like other people, I thought I knew.

*

“You really shouldn’t go in there, Holly. She isn’t in the best state at the moment.” I heard Thomas say, as my door opened.

“It’s okay. I got this, I think I need to talk some sense into her.” I heard Holly reply, as I heard footsteps retreating as the door softly closed.

“Alice?” Holly called out, softly to me.

I just buried my head further deeper into my pillow. It has been days since I have left my room. All I have been doing was laying on my bed and sobbing into my teddy bears. Melinda would usually bring some food up to my room and I was too depressed to watch the news knowing that I was on it.

I was probably making headlines around the world. ‘The President’s Daughter… Gets arrested?’ 

Holly began to approach closer to my bed, when she spoke up. “Oh God… What died in here?” She said, as I heard her gagging.

“Well, if you must know it was my life.” I said, sarcastically sitting up on my bed to face my cousin.

She sat at the edge of my bed, probably didn’t want to get any closer to me because I probably reeked worse than Thomas after taco night.

“How are you feeling?” She questioned, looking genuinely concerned.

I shrugged, “Do you really want to know?”

“I asked, didn’t I?”

“Well, I am feeling lonely.” I muttered, smoothing my hair over because it was too tangled to run my fingers through it.

“I would hug you and say I am there for you. But, you kind of reek, so… I am just going to say, I am there for you, Ali.”

I rolled my eyes, changing the topic. “How’s school?”

She raised one eyebrow at me, “Do you really want to know?”

“I asked, didn’t I?” I said, mimicking her.

“Well, I am not going to lie. It has been hectic. Everybody has been gossiping about you, there are some pap’s still lingering around outside of the school in case you know, you show up.”

“They never took an interest in me before, so why now?”

“Well, you are the daughter of the President of the United States and you got arrested. Correct me if I am wrong, but don’t you think that sound news worthy to you?”

“I don’t even know what news is worthy anymore! I don’t know what is up or what is down… like I am just so annoyed at the world.” I said, grabbing my pillow and bringing it up to my face.

I looked away from him, knowing if I made eye contact with him a new batch of tears would start spilling out. “You’re a hypocrite.”

“So, I’ve been told.” He said, a disgusted look on his face.

“Bye Gavin, if I ever see you again. It would be too soon.”

“Feelings mutual, Alice.”

My heart began to feel heavy and my chest, congested. I felt my father’s arm on mine as he pulled me around as he silently walked me out of the room.

As soon as I left the room, they were three guards outside waiting for my father and I. Turning my head to the left to see a guard standing next to me, as soon as my eyes fell upon him. I could feel my already broken heart breaking to even smaller pieces.

My father was standing in front of me talking to the two unfamiliar guards, as I stared at Ricky in disgust.

He reached out to me, but I flinched. “Don’t touch me.”

“Alice.” He whispered, softly.

“Don’t you Alice, me! You honestly couldn’t have done that? For me?”

“I couldn’t lie to your father.”

“But, lying to his daughter and breaking a promise is okay?” I spat at him.

He looked a loss for words. He just turned away, hopefully he was feeling as shitty as I was right now.

“Alice, they are paparazzi outside. The three guards are going to surround you and I as we walk to the car where your mother is patiently waiting. You are to keep your head down at all times and not say anything to the paparazzi even if they say anything to you. Do I make myself clear?”

I nodded my head, knowing as soon as I get into that car. I was going to be killed by my very own mother.

“Wipe those tears of your face.” My dad ordered, “You are already going to be a headline. You crying is probably just going to make it worse.” He said, fixing his tie.

I ignored the stabbing feeling in my chest as I tried to focus on the task ahead of me.

Almost immediately, when my father had opened the doors of the jail I was blinded by the flashes of the camera lights as the paparazzi yelled out to my father and I.

“Mr. President, what do you have to say about your daughter getting arrested?”

“Do you think this is going to take a toll on your reputation as President?”

“Alice, care to make any statements to why you have gotten arrested?”

“Where you driving under the influence of drugs?” Another paparazzi yelled out. I leaned against Ricky as we tried to make our way through the crowd of people my dad was following closely behind Ricky and I, with two other guards behind my father.

When we had finally reached the black SUV, Ricky quickly pulled open the door pushing me inside. My father went towards the passenger seat, getting in.

I took in a deep breath, watching the blinding lights as the cameras still flashed the tinted SUV windows.

Never in my whole life, have I experience something like that before. Yes, during some vacations where we go they are paparazzi but they are usually held back and not in my face.

“Parker said his men was controlling the paps, if by his men he meant Darrell. I am not quite surprised of the outcome.” I muttered, to myself as the car lurched forward. Chapter Forty-Nine: Forgive, Not Forget

“Don’t people ever get tired of the same colors of froot loops?” I mumbled, to myself. Swirling around the four remaining froot loops in my bowl. “Honestly, change it up a bit.” I sighed, finishing up my last few bites and drinking the remaining milk left in my bowl. 

“Hey Alice,” I looked up from my bowl to see Thomas stroll into the breakfast room. “How you feeling?”

I shrugged, lately Thomas has been really concerned with my feelings. It has been three weeks since I left the house and every single day he would ask me how I was doing. He was also being strangely nice to me, like I was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

“You know you don’t have to ask me every single day how I am doing.” I said, to him. “I am feeling a lot better now. Honest, to God.” I said, raising up my right hand and placing it over my heart.

“Alright, whatever you say sis.” He muttered, not believing me.

I shook my head, “No. I am serious, I am even thinking of going back to school and getting some knowledge implanted in this brain of mine.”

“You’re actually going to go back? That’s great!” He said, looking genuinely happy for me.

“Yeah. But, not the school you are thinking of. I am coming back to homeschooling.”

“What? Why wouldn’t you just go back to school? Real school, the place where you can socialize with other human beings.” Thomas said, not looking very happy with my decision now.

“Thomas,” I began. “I socialize enough here, why would I want to go and socialize out there? In the real world?”

My brother just slapped his hand on his forehead in return. “Something is really wrong with this generation.” He muttered, to himself.

“Look Thomas, if you think that I am actually going back to where Ben, Holly and Gavin are. Than for a smart kid you are pretty stupid because there is no way in hell that I am stepping foot in that school ever again.”

Marco came into the breakfast room, placing Thomas’ orange juice and eggs in front of him. Not saying a word as he left the room with his head down.

Thomas turned back to look at me, “Did you know that statistics show that around 72 million kids are not in school?”

“Okay?” I responded, not knowing where he was going with this.

“Don’t you realize that some children dream of going to school? They would kill to be in your position and have the opportunity that you have.” Thomas continued on. “Don’t you ever stop and realize that I am one of those children too?”

My eyes widened, slightly. “Thomas,” I called out to him, as he just got up from his chair taking his breakfast with him and walking out of the room without a backwards glance.

I just stared at the spot my brother once sat, looking at it for a couple of minutes. I think I knew what I had to do.

*

“Dad?” I asked, knocking on the door to the oval office.

The situation felt all too familiar.

“Yeah, that is fine. No, no. you just do your job and I will do mine and I will get it sorted it as soon as possible.” My dad looked, at me as he continued to speak on the phone. “Yes, I will be meeting with him in the next few days so don’t worry about it.” He nodded his head, “Alright thank you. Alright, goodbye now.” My father said, hanging up the phone.

I raised my eyebrows, “When did you become so wise?”

“I learned it from you.”

I smiled, holding my arms out to her. She walked into them, wrapping her hands around my body as we both hugged each other. I hugged her as if I haven’t seen her in years, even though it has only been three weeks.

“I am so sorry, Sarah. I never meant to hurt you or anyone for that matter.” I whispered, burying my face into her shoulder.

“It’s okay. Because in reality, I know I will forgive you but however that doesn’t necessarily mean I will forget.” She whispered. A smile made its way on my face as I didn’t let go of her.

“Hey Ali?”

I nodded my head, “You can call me Alice if you want.” I said, thinking that was what she wanted to tell me.

She shook her head, “No. it’s not that… It’s that there is a big black