Moonlight flickers from the window. I jerk awake , it takes me a moment to take everything in . And then I sit up , all the sleeping has made my eyes sensitive so it takes me a moment to adjust to the moonlight. I've been asleep for a while now . I just took one of those after school naps , except I've slept for about 15 hours by now. It's 2 am. I believe my dad is asleep to , if not then I pray he is . After he killed my mom it's all been scary, not that it already wasn't . But atleast my dad was not a scary mafia then. Or a mafia boss as he calls himself. I was 5 when he killed my mom , he was in the Prison for 2 years , he was expected to stay there for a long time but he somehow got out of there. I am not aware of what magic he has done which made him a multi millionaire from a broke alcoholic. Even after he was out of the Prison, he barely ever talked to me. I was aware that he was out but I didn't show much interest either . My mom was a rich heiress and I was living with by maternal grandmother. She just died a month ago and my dad basically stole their enterprise. With that he took me with him. It's been a week since I've been living in this mansion , something I do realise is that he definitely wants something from me . He has just been to nice . I fear to face him . I tiptoe to the kitchen to find myself something to drink. My throat is dry as hell and I could use some water. I find a little bottle and drink from it aggressively. Just as I'm about to turn to head back to my room , I spot my dad . His arms are crossed and he has a dark look on his face . That makes me flinch , I've never seen him looking that scary since a long time. The last time I remember looking at this face was when I was five , its been a long time to that , I'm going to be eighteen in a week . " You're thirsty sweetie " he asks . All I can manage is a shaky nod. I hope that's enough for him. " I wanna discuss something with u . Take a seat" he says gesturing towards a chair . As I sit almost ready to scream , he seats himself beside me . " Look at you sweetie , you've grown so much. You're almost eighteen now and I'm proud to say that u look so much like me ." He is just being needlessly good to me , and it fears the shit out of me . " Thanks dad" I say , as my heart is throbbing in my throat , I just wonder what he wants . "So rose , I'm planning You're wedding sweetie. And u don't have to worry about a thing , I know the guy myself . He is a great friend of mine." His tone is stern and commanding, but marrying a man of his choice is the last thing I would do before choking on my own fucking blood. " Really dad , I'm surprised though . Why did you even bother to ask" I say and no matter how serious I try to sound, but I know that inside me I'm half broken and going through this shit is going to worsen that. " That Rose is because my friend wants you to be in agreement of this, I have arranged a meeting for you and him. Meet him and don't you dare tell him that I forced you . If you do then I don't think I have to remind you of what happened just some years ago. Do I Rose?" He tone is dangerous as he speaks , and I know that I would much rather just shout up and listen to him rather than argue . It takes me a few moments to collect myself together and that angers him further. Before I can defend myself , he grabs my hand and presses it hard , now that triggers me . "Dad please , just tell me his name . I won't argue please." My words are barely clear but he seems to understand them. He widraws his hand immediately. "Xavier Kingston." He barks . "U mean uncle Xavier." He nods . Oh hell nah . Anyone but Xavier. First of all he has literally been like my uncle always . He is more special to than anything, but how the hell do I marry the man who named me. Yep, it was uncle Xavier who named me Rose. "Ok dad." I say in almost a whisper. " Good , don't make it awkward from your side, now go to bed." He says as he walks away and exits the kitchen. Deep breaths Rose, it's uncle Xavier. He will understand u. That's what I keep telling myself. I make my way back to my own room, not to mention I almost got lost in the mansion. I get into my room , close the door and just fall down praying that my uncle is still the sweet man I remember from when I was five. He is not my real uncle and we are not related but knowing that I'm meeting him Tomorrow just makes me feel a little relaxed. Tomorrow is a big day , I hope God helps me.