"Young mistress? Young mistress wake up!"

You groan, rolling over in the bundle of blankets you were sleeping in before lazily opening your eyes.

"What?" You spat slightly, annoyed that someone would wake you up.

The maid smiled shyly, "Young mistress, your father arrives home soon, you must get up." She said politely.

Your father.

You don't really consider him to be your father. He would leave for months at a time and when he was home he would act like you didn't exist. If there was one thing you knew for sure it was that your father was disappointed in you, you considered yourself lucky to still be living in his house.

You groan, burning your face in the blankets and trying to fall back asleep. You knew your father would freak out if he can home and you were still lazing in bed, but you had no desire to face the man.

"Young mistress?" The maid sighed, shaking your shoulder, "I have your breakfast for you young mistress, you must eat." She said as you heard table wear clattering.

You roll over, finally sitting up to the maid, who was placing platters of finely cooked food on a lap table for you.

Grudgingly you ate, as the maid prepared your outfit for the day. You let your mind wonder to random daydreams, looking out the window at the pleasant scenery.

You had to admit, though your father was well deserving of the "Asshole of the year" award, it was nice to live such a privileged life. You couldn't imagine what life would be like if you weren't the daughter of a rich businessman.

You finished eating and got dressed. Your clothes were fancy and obviously expensive, not that you minded. After straitening up your hair in the posh bathroom, you head downstairs to the lavish living room where many of the servants were milling around in their daily chores.

You make small talk with a few of them, noticing the way they forced smiles around you. When you were little you had always thought that you were friends with all the servants, but as you grew, the faker the servants seemed to act towards you until now, when every tiny interaction with them was awkward and forced.

Humming to yourself you wonder around the massive garden surrounding the house until you hear familiar shouts and the sound of a car pulling up, its door being thrown open.

"(Y/N)?!" You heard maids frantically calling your name. You sigh, slowly heading back to the house only to be dragged to the main entrance. Your clothes straitened and your hair fixed, the maids set you up like a Barbie doll, forcing you to be "causally" standing at the door, the biggest, most fake smile plastered on your face.

Just as you were completely posed, the doors open and in walked your father.

Just by looking at the man, you could tell he held himself at very high esteem. It was in the way his hair was greedily slicked back, his beard trimmed into a neat goatee, and the way his tux fit so perfectly to his squared off, clean cut figure. Everything about his sharp, molded features portrayed the bulbous pride the man possessed.

The man's dark eyes land on you, his brow forming into an annoyed glare.

"What the hell do you think your doing (y/n)?" He spat, studying every tiny detail with a critical eye.

You open your mouth to welcome him home when his phone rang, which he immediately picked up.

"Yes, hello?" He snapped, marching into the living room to talk on the phone, completely ignoring you. "Is that so?" You heard him say.

You would think after all these years of his harsh treatment it wouldn't affect you anymore, but for some reason it cut you deep every time he glared at you, or he deliberately showed you that his work was more important to him than you were.

"Of coarse! I'll pack up right away!" You heard your father gush. Grumbling to yourself you begin to sulk away when you hear your name. "(Y/n)!" Your father spat. You turn slowly to face him, a nervous smile passing on your lips.

"Y-yes father?" You curse yourself for stammering.

Your father scoffed in disgust, "Pack your things, we leave in an hour." He said, venom oozing from every word.

Your eyes widen as his word sink in, "Wha- What do you mean we leave in an hour!?" You cry.

"Are you deaf?" Your father snarled, "Or are you just retarded? I have a plane that leaves in an hour and you're coming with me!" He snapped.

"But why?!" You whine.

"Because im tired of spending extra money on your sorry ass to have people take care of you!" He growled, obviously done with this conversation.

"But-"

"Stop talking! You make me sick. Pack your things and be in the fucking car in an hour or else i swear I'm going to fucking-"

"Ok ok! I'll be in the car!" You quickly wave your hands in a surrendering fashion. Your father glared at you for a second more before turning and leaving.

Your mind was panicking, you knew your father would be bad coming home, but you never imagined he would be this pissed off.

Your mind wondered as you pack up a few sets of clothes and other essentials. You wonder where you were going, maybe to somewhere like Europe or Asia. You herd it was beautiful there.

Dragging your bag down the stairs you hear your father talking to one of the servants.

"Yes, tell the pilot to set a corse for Australia."

'Australia?!' You thought, 'he's asking me to Australia?!'

A/N; wow! I'm really surprised at how happy people were about me writing this book. Even before I've written the first chapter I have people excited! Thank you all so much for your support, and hopefully you enjoy this~!