HAROLD'S P.O.V
I drove through the lone avenue that had many aged oak trees lined on for miles. The magnificent trees waved rhythmically to the winds tune. Everything seemed somber and dark, so dark that I wondered how daylight didn't evade the mighty looming darkness of this area.
I swerved right down the untarred road that led through the eerie looking woods, ahead laid my petite cabin that over looked the clear lake, evergreen shrubs littered the perimeter of my mum's old art studio (cabin). I pulled up in front of the home and alighted out of my black sleek ride. The nature filtered clean air whiffled through my nostrils, I went round the car and pulled open the trunk. Four white polytene shopping bag that contained a large mass of food items and two cartons of beer sat comfortably at the back of the boot, I removed the nylon bag and took it right into the home that smelled of old oil paints and ancient canvas, I turned on the light and set about sorting things into their right place.
Minutes must have passed as I went about shuffling about the comfy small cabin, after I was done I ran a shower and put on a grey hoodie, black joggers and a pair of ash colored adidas crocs donned my feet as I settled into the old white pine wood rocking chair, I smiled as I stared about just looking about at the old paintings my mum had done, I sat there buried in memories of the past, totally lost and not willing to think about how unfair my life was.
'Is fate just been mean to someone who has gone through a miserable past like me, was fate prying at my heart and trying to see how fast I would fall under the loads of these tensions? Was life been wicked to a motherless boy like me for no reason?' I thought as I opened the bottle of chilled beer, I downed half of the bottle's content at once and took an extra-large quaff next as those tears finally rolled down my face like a waterfall, my misery had finally dawned on me at last.
MICHELLE'S P.O.V
I realized that the driver would be coming to get me soon or he could be waiting already, yet there I was stuck in my last miserable class for the day, Biology. I watched as the sly and reptilian looking woman named Miss Blair went on and on about the human anatomy, I yawned continually within limited time gaps. My mind was finding it hard to figure out how I was going to change into my originally uniform right in the school without getting caught by any of those nosy students who might unveil my cover or should I just walk towards the car and enter still dressed under the disguise of something I am not, no that would get me into trouble with dad because Browne would obviously not think twice before disclosing to father what I was up to at school.
'Aishhhhhhhhh' I muttered worried greatly
'Miss Hudson is my class BORING?' the reptile looking woman muttered, her pupils dilapidated as she spoke. Her voice sounding almost alike with a snake's hiss
'Uhmmm, n….n….o' I managed to say, kinda freaked out by the way those senile reptilian eyes stared at me
'I thought as much, all eyes on me now' the woman in her late forties spoke, I gazed upwards watching as the clock's hand slowly ticked towards 2 o'clock
I sighed finally as the last bell of the day went off, I strolled of the large class and headed form my locker to get my stuffs. I had finally figured what I was going to do out, I was going to take the risk and get changed into my original uniform right in the school toilet and walk towards my car any problem that surfaced after I would have to figure out a way out later.
I cursed continually as I stepped into the toilet filled with chattering juniors, they all gave me a familiar disgusting glare, I guess I am not easily going to outgrow the fame of my bare skin been exposed. I didn't act like I cared, I just forged ahead and entered into the last stall. I waited patiently until I was sure those girls were gone before I began changing into the crisply pressed clothing, I effortlessly put on the white leggings and black sandaled stilettos. I slowly pulled off the blonde wig and allowed my black hair cascade and fall softly on my back, lastly I pulled off the black rimmed glasses and tossed it into aside.
Fidgeting, I slowly stepped out of the empty toilet and I made my way through the large number of students, I moved swiftly and quickly with a sense of urgency. I smiled as I made it towards the man in his late thirties dressed in a black suit, is face looked tough and callous his eyes were hooded behind a black sunglasses, a communicator was placed conspicuously around his ears
'Miss Michelle, I am Boone your conveyor for the day' he said with a polite bow as he pulled open the door to the black Mercedes Benz, I hopped into my ride unhesitating. I looked out of the tinted car glass as we pulled out of the curb, just as I had suspected two cars immediately followed one leading in front and another at our back,
'What was up with the tight security that I was getting?' I thought as we rode unto the road. Towards a direction I was extremely new to. I was thrilled and expectant but I was still not at ease recalling how father had spoken on the phone, he had talked like I am going to spend a whole year away from the Whitehouse, that's impossible right?
HAROLD'S P.O.V
I must have sat in that rocking chair for hours crying continually, completely heart broken and depressed. I sat still in the solemn comfort of those decade old paintings, I would laugh sarcastically sometimes at how messed up my life was, just consuming bottles after bottles of beer. Love is really complicated, I was sitting there torn apart and lovelorn. I knew within myself that I was too drunk to drive all the way back home but yet even the thought of that didn't stop me from drinking much more because it was today, today was the day we all lost our mothers while Noah lost both his parents, today was the day those bastards murdered our precious mothers. I wanted revenge and vengeance but is it going to be totally possible with Michelle been on the line?
MICHELLE'S P.O.V
Fifty minutes passed by but we didn't seem to be at our destination yet, the cars drove past exquisite modern designs with varying colors and layout, we were riding past home with expensive outlooks. The cars made their way into this cul-de-sac neighborhood, something told me were closing in on our destination, finally the cars pulled up in front of a gigantic three storied detached house
'we are here Ma'am' Browne announced as he stepped out of the car, he pulled open the car door and I hopped out still lightheaded from the longer than usual journey. I glanced at the snow white painted home, I turned to the man
'Yeah! Thanks' I muttered with a wry smile. I seized my bag from his hand and bowed lightly as a sign of appreciation to all the conveyors before I turned around and began making my way up the stairs of the home towards the front door, I took in a deep breath before I pressed the doorbell and stood still.
I glanced backwards and sighted the cars and conveyors still patiently waiting, I smiled before turning to face the door and pressing the doorbell once more. I stood firmly, relaxed but also tensed from not knowing not to suspect.
The door bust open suddenly and my worst nightmare stepped out of the home dressed in black baggy top and red basketball shorts, Julienne Yancey stood at the door eyeing me intensely, her black hair though dyed was tied in a loose bun overhead, she didn't seem too pleased to see me, my feet shook at the sight of my bully. I had forgotten for a second that I was not nerdy Michelle anymore but the President of the United States daughter, Michelle Nella Beatrice Hudson.
The moment I recalled my true identity I smiled slyly at Julienne, she smiled slyly evenly
'You! You seem extremely familiar' Julienne blotted out with a sickening smirk
'Maybe because we go to the same school' I interrupted not giving her any opportunity to say anything
'I am Michelle Hudson, Mr. President's Daughter' I added and she chuckled
'Well, I have never seen no Mr. President's Daughter at school but I know a Michelle back at school' Julienne snickered as she looked me up and down
'What class do you belong?' Julienne asked
I was beginning to get annoyed with all this persistent questions and query that we were doing outside, I was vexed
'Julienne let the young woman in and stop questioning her' a woman's voice interrupted, I sighed with gratitude. Julienne dint seem happy that the woman interfered but she was trying her best to cover that fact up
'come in' Julienne muttered, I silently walked in with my schoolbag glued to my back, the home seemed like a classic museum with beautiful oil paintings lining most walls, a particular painting about 7 smiling children got the corners of my lips curling into a smile, the old home behind the children reminded me of my father's vacation home east side Chicago, another painting coincidentally reminded me of my half-moon necklace
'Oh! Michelle Hudson' a thick and heavily scented masculine voice spoke with a warm chuckle. The voice was coming from the stairway I was forced to look towards the stairs eager to know who had called my name. A man in his early forties slowly descended down the stairs, I knew at one that he was the man of the house and father's friend, Ryle. He laughed loudly as he closed in on the gap between us
'Last time I saw you was eight years ago, It won't be rude of me if I said you have turned to a real lady' the man said with an easy smiled, I forced a smile pretending to enjoy the attention granted to me
'You must have forgotten who I am, anyways welcome to my home'
'I am Steven Ryle Clusten, you can call me Steve though and that is my wife and daughter, my son your childhood best friend is yet to arrive home' the man spoke and my brain froze, 'a childhood best friend' I thought over and over trying to recall who it could be, I gave up recalling it would be in vain.
'Your room is on the second floor' he announced, I smiled atlas my room
'Julienne lead Michelle to her room' he ordered.
A woman dressed in a lengthy moderate black gown walked past me, he coughed lightly before speaking
'Mrs. Madea, this is Michelle the young girl that we last saw eight years ago' he announced to the woman dressed in the gown
'Ohm! Michelle' the woman repeated
''welcome back' she said with a smile and bowed politely before going away at once
'You ready?' Julienne asked and I nodded, she ushered me to my room
NOAH'S P.O.V
I hopped out of my black Bentley and made my way through the mass vegetation, the secluded place hosts two tombs, my mum and my dad's. I made my way through the unending view of trees. The sky was painted a steep orange with the sun slowly descending, noon was soon to takeover. I walked past the familiar old trees yet my parents tomb wasn't still in sight, finally I began nearing there tomb just to notice that bastard's back view from afar
'Hey! Bastard get away from my parents tomb' I yelled as I ran towards there tomb. Those Italian hand-made shoes looked elegant and most especially expensive while he had on a naff black suit. Antonio turned to look at me and frowned
'Aishhhhhhhhh' I grumbled as I walked up to him panting
'Long time no see Noah' my foster brother spoke as a smirk curled on his lips
'What are you doing here? Acting like you care' I said and spat out in disgust, he was still as strikingly beautiful as he was ten years ago
'I came to pay my respect to mom and dad of course' he said but I knew it was under a false pretense, he stopped giving shit about my parents when he discovered that it was my dad's gang[TRP] that murdered his real father. What is the real reason that had made him leave Italy and come to the U.S?
'I see you are still hot headed as usual' he commented, I frowned
'And you are still much of a douche bag as ever' I retorted sharply, he let out a subtle scoff
'I heard that the Vipers set a tough quest that comes with the prize of the second gang in T.U.G.U.S' he mentioned and I frowned realizing that someone had really tatted on underworld gang to mafia capo
'Did you ever know that the President's daughter of recent started to attend the Royal High' Antonio mentioned, I ignored him and acted like I didn't hear him talk
He was about to go on talking when three black Rolls Royce rolled into view, he cursed loudly in Italian, a language that happens to be well known to me .
'I guess they are here to come take away their Lord' I said mockingly before turning to my parents grave, my somber mood returned to me like affliction, I didn't give a damn about Antonio that was already gliding towards one of the newly arrived vehicle
'Hey kiddo!' I heard from afar, I turned around to stare because I felt it was right if I did, I felt embodied with the burden of looking because I had spent most of my childhood and early teenage hood giving shit about someone that would later leave me because of his eminent desire for wealth, someone that would later murder a close friend of mine, Lexus.
I sobbed silently because it hurt trying to prove to this asshole and the world that I had overcome my tyrant childhood and hurting past. I hurt trying to portray the outlook that all is well because I am the fucking leader of a leading gang, it hurt trying to resist running mad underneath all this exhausting pressure of handling a thriving criminal group.
I frowned while glaring at my supposedly brother, he laughed as he spoke 'I would see you soon, dote on my words we shall see sooner than you expect' Antonio said with a cheerful laughter as his head disappeared into the comfort of the black luxury ride I crawled into the comfort of my mind and smirked as the cars disappeared out of sight.
MICHELLE'S P.O.V
'11:39am' I read off the golden wall clock of my room, I sighed hella exhausted and tired of re-arranging my closet to how it was really meant to be.
Expectantly, the maids had arranged my stuffs as much as they deemed fit, but I didn't like their arrangement because it's not to my taste. Colors and occasions each clothing and accessory is palatable for are a few of the criteria I put into consideration when arranging my clothes and shoes. I managed to yawn aloud lazily, I hadn't gone down for dinner because I didn't want to bring any oddity to the table and put my polite host in any uncomfortable situation
Hunger and thirst prompted me to get my lazy as fuck ass out of my princess like room. I was pitifully dressed in my pajamas, an azure blue cotton shirt with its pairing white shorts that shamelessly hugged my thighs and wide hips.
I slipped down the almost never ending arrays of stairs that seemed almost unending, I reached the base and let out a satisfied sigh. It was like lights out already except for the night lights that were turned on. I slowly figured my way around with hope of finding the kitchen, I could hardly remember anything the maid had told me when leading me around the mansion, still regretting until suddenly I stumbled across the white tiled kitchen. I smiled with glee as I rushed to the refrigerator, I pulled open the fully stocked refrigerator and pulled out a bottled orange juice, water and a frozen pizza that I immediately tossed into the microwave to defrost. While waiting for the pepperoni cheese pizza to be done I took a long quaff from the bottle of water. I was too engrossed with the baking pizza to notice that familiar embodiment of trouble creep up behind me and give me the greatest spook of my life
'What are we doing?' he asked almost rhetorically, his breath didn't smell has good as he looked. He looked as drunk and smelt as bad as anything fit for comparability for the horrid stench coming from this dude.
'Fucking shit!' I cursed loudly still evidently extremely jolted from the shock of him snooping close to me unknowingly
'Michelle….what are you doing here in my home?' he asked yet another question
'Jeez! Why didn't I figure it out earlier Ryle Clusten…Harold Clusten' I exclaimed out loud, Harold just nodded drunkenly stealing my orange drink in the process
'But I never knew that Julienne is your sister' I said
'No one at school really knows except from the guys' he said taking a swift gulp from the bottle
'Ohhhhhhh' I muttered shocked
'My question still remains why you are here?'
'Welllllllllll….' I stopped
'Oh I see you have met each other' Mr. Clusten said while staring at us with a keen eye
'Harold that's Michelle Hudson your long time childhood best friend and daughter of the POTUS and FLOTUS and Michelle meet Harold Clusten, my son' he announced
'I know her 'Harold spoke
'I guess because she attends your school' Mr. Clusten said, Harold smirked as he began speaking
'I don't know this black haired Michelle I only know about a blond…..' I understood immediately that Harold was about to spill my cover of been a nerd, I rushed to that bastard and snapped his mouth shut with my palm
'Hmmmmmmm, I think I should give you some space to catch up' Mr. Ryle Clusten said before hurrying out the kitchen. I let go of Harold as I released myself from the awkward position we were stuck in, Harold had been sitting on the kitchen's island all along and I had been stuck in between his wide apart legs covering his mouth. That position actually seemed sexual but I didn't seem to care all I cared about was that my childhood best friend had just almost ratted me out to his father
'Where you just about to rat out my cover at school to your dad, old beastie? I questioned obviously
'Yeah Michelle I was just about to do that if you hadn't just stopped me in the nick of time' he responded sharply not feeling remorse a bit
'You wicked bastard' I yelled
'You lied to me Nella, you told me that all I had seen was a lie but you are here asking if I had really wanted to rat you out' I growled when he addressed me with my middle name
I snubbed Harold pulling out my pizza from the microwave and taking a big bite.
'How did I become the best friend to such a nitwit in time past?'
'I guess I was handsome'
'Jerk' I exclaimed before taking my plate and leaving the kitchen, Harold walked past me angrily I walked fast trying to keep up with the arrogant and self-prided asshole. Harold turned to glare at me all of a sudden
'This is not the way to the guest room Michelle'
'Oh really!' I mouthed with mock surprise as I walked past him ignoring his word, I soon arrived in front of my room Harold had caught up with me already. I tugged at my door knob and entered without saying any more thing to Harold Clusten