our father, James Michaels, was powerful business man, he was strict, especially with his children, you were the youngest daughter but you were 15, your mother never bothered with you because she was to focused on your brother, you were a good girl, straight A's never got in trouble,

It was a sunday, you were going to your grandparents for dinner, your mother was getting your younger brother ready while james your father got his suit on, you were busy getting ready as well, you heard him call out "come on sweetheart we gotta go!" He yelled up stairs his voice echoing this the manor