Taming The Mayor!

Drop Dead!

Everything was huge and extravaganza.

The huge city hall lightings were partially blinding me and so was the huge crowd.

I hadn't been to any such place in a long period of time, to previously remember.... Since my seventeenth birthday.

I was standing in a corner, scanning my eyes for dad. He was nowhere to be found.

I roamed my eyes around to see any familiar face but failed terribly.

I took my phone out and typed in Uncle Daniel's number.

I wanted to text him and let him know that I was back. I hoped that Margaret had informed him about my return.

Just the mere mention of her made my eyes cross her image. She stood in a corner, centered around a pair of women, studded with jewelry, expensing gowns and familial issues.

They were all housewives and I could only imagine their discussions.

"I wonder what a beautiful girl like you is doing here. Standing all by herself.", Came in a voice making me turn around. As I saw the face; my jaw dropped low and so did my eyes pop out of their sockets.

"George?", I murmured almost in disbelief.

His entire jaw was rather covered with a beard as his eyes depicted the blue color and his features became sharper and handsome.

He was Margaret's step brother, only two years older than me but I knew that he always had a queer eye on me by the way acted around me.

But I always knew he was rather interested in my dad's money rather than me.

"Amy?", Even he himself looked astonished to see me.

Of course he didn't expect me to be found here, on my own.

"What the f**k?", He said standing still.

Before anyone of us could say anything the elevator doors opened revealing dad and former Mayor Joseph Mayhew walking towards the center of the room. His features were still the same except for his hair, that had turned grey with a certain wrinkled spots on his face.

Dad immediately walked into my direction and hugged me sideways as I smiled looking at Mr. Mayhew who instead leaped me into a hug.

"We missed you.", He mumbled warming my heart and my eyes.

"Where's aunt Monica?", I asked them looking behind them, searching for a clue.

"She's with Margaret.", He informed me and I turned to look at the spot where Margaret stood.

Aunt Monica stood right next to Margaret. She had become weaker than she used to be. Her hair were majorly grey but rather more graceful.

She stood eyeing me intently and I smiled her way before she turned her face complete giving me off an ignorant expression.

Perhaps she didn't miss me and was rather mad for leaving behind her son into a miserables condition. (If only he did stay in one)

The elevator doors opened again to reveal a tall figure walking out of it.

A tinge generated inside my heart as I felt my heart already skipping a beat.

I looked up to the figure which got more clear as it walked nearer. He had his jaw covered with a shave, but the sharpness could still be felt.

His dark eyes were static, just like the ocean at night, telling a story that's never been told. His nose pointed like it's been personally drawn by the Gods of carve. He wore a black suit and exhibited power, beauty and darkness.

My heart went into a haphazard, not knowing how to react appropriately. It brought me back the nostalgia of loving him all over again.

My feet went numb from moving as I stood still gawking at him, waiting for his reaction. I couldn't move or step aside, as he walked by me, not even bothering once to look up at me.

A pang hit me as I realised that where we both stood, the places were completely and entirely different. We weren't just at different positions physically or financially but also emotionally. He definitely learned to be on his own in this phase.

Soon Mr. Mayhew took over the mike and started making an announcement as he begin with Brandon's set of achievements.

He stood in the middle of the room far away from me as Mr. Mayhew kept on repeating how grateful and proud of Brandon he is.

Soon the topic shifted towards the association of O'Neils with Cherwood.

I listened carefully and soon I felt dad wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Honey... You do remember the papers I gave to you this morning to sign?", He asked in a low whisper in my ear.

He started walking me in a particular direction and I followed his lead as I had my face lowered at the ground with ears listening to him carefully.

I nodded in agreement as people in the room were chanting loudly.

"That's where you signed in your business and assets to my name.", Dad said those words plainly as a gush of coldness ran all over my body. My eyes felt falling out of their sockets.

I tried looking up at him and breaking off his brace but he tightened his grip around my waist, warning me to not to move my head up as he kept walking me to a particular direction.

With every step he took my heart beat was racing maniacally. My feet went cold as my nervous system didn't know how to respond.

"Now... Don't resist or create a scene. Just go with the flow or else your grandma will be living back in that rusty old home that you got her out from.", He warned squeezing my arm tightly.

If I wanted I could've yelled at him but I also knew my father when it comes to threats, he never shoots a bullet in the dark.

"And don't forget about the hundreds of your employees. Their families will suffer if you acted out tonight. So don't be stupid.", He whispered squeezing my arm again as he finally stopped moving.

And I felt my hand being taken in. The touch! I was familiar with it. It generated sparks inside me.

As dad let go off my I saw Brandon holding down my left hand as he looked at his father who passed him down a ring.

Everything was happening in a normal pace, yet things seemed to slow down for me as I looked around and saw flashes hitting my eyes.

My entire existence went into a numb situation. My body felt lifeless like it didn't matter. I could feel my body standing soullessly.

I tried moving back my hand from Brandon's grip as a reflex hit me to jerk back, but he instead held it firmly and harshly squeezed my hand.

I looked up at him and saw him staring death right into my eyes.

This is not how I imagined him to look at me after all these years. But I saw hatred in his eyes. They way he looked at me tore me apart as he bore holes into my body through his intended gaze.

He finally placed down the ring in my finger and everybody started clapping. He immediately let go off me and stood straight, adjusting his cufflinks.

The flashes were hitting me pretty bad, as my neurological system had stopped responding.

Soon I felt an arm wrap around my waist and I looked up and saw Brandon holding me down standing right next to me. My heart was beating a million beat per second. My head was spinning around and I couldn't see clear anymore.

What the f**k was actually happening around me?

As soon as the question hit me... Rage rushed inside me as I tried pushing Brandon's grip off me but he firmly stood, squeezing my waist.

"Didn't your father tell you? He wasn't joking.", He whispered in my ear coldly.

Six years.... And his first words to me were a threat.

"Don't resist... You don't want to lose your precious home and office.", He threatened again.

His words made me look up at him and he gave me another death glare pointing out his hatred towards me as he roughly pulled me towards him making me stumble.

Standing so close to him gave me nostalgia yet my heart was racing with anxiety and fear.

What was happening? Why was it happening?

Did Brandon and I? Did we just get engaged? And did Brandon wantethis?

My head was spinning wild with questions and for a nine everything seemed to black out.

I felt standing at a place where I was left all alone.

Did dad.... Did he played me?

I felt my body loosing grip over itself as everything blackened out right in front of my eyes and the last thing I remember was Brandon letting lose me as I hit something hard. Most probably a ground.