It was all for the camera, every smile, every laugh, every hug. It was all fake. All of it.

Your father, Vladimir Makarov, is a famous actor and the public eye loves him. Everyone sees him as this handsome man who grew up in the rough areas of Russia, forced to be in gangs just to get by as a kid but still managed to achieve greatness in his life.

With his former wife he had two sons, Alex and You. Alex is 2 years older than you and when the two of you got to the age where you could speak, cameras were immediately shoved into your face, every second of your lives was vlogged and shown to the entire world.

When you were younger you thought this was the greatest and coolest thing in the world whilst your brother Alex was the complete opposite- more shy and more argumentive when the cameras were on but you? It was like you were born a natural, immediately soaking up the camera's attention with your bubbly atmosphere and your cute youthful face.

Vladimir saw potential in you and signed you up for acting. At 5 years old, you were already mixing with the most popular celebrities of the world, going on trips, getting spoiled with rich and lavish gifts. It was a life any kid could've dreamed of.. that was until you started to grow up.

You were 11 when you first started showing signs of boredom, acting was no longer a passion for you rather a chore but you were forced to continue doing it by your father- who was too caught up in the fame and the money to give two shits about yours or your brother's feelings.

And now your 15 still stuck in the acting industry but you've started complaining alot more, yelling at your dad and shoving the camera away whenever he tried to record you doing something as normal as resting in your own home. This caused Vladimir to start being more aggressive with you and your brother. Shouting and screaming became a constant echo in the mansion but as soon as you and your brother stepped foot out of the house, it was all smiles from your dad.

☆☆ Today Vladimir has forced you and your brother to come to a photoshoot with him, it was for a big company that was paying alot just for Vladimir to be a model for their brand and of course Vladimir managed to get them to pay more when he got you and Alex into the pictures too.

It was a clothing brand but the clothes were made more for looks than comfort and posing in them was like trying to dance in a suit that didnt allow any movement- Yeah not very nice. Vladimir's hand fell harsh down on your shoulder behind set, when a break was finally given and you had to force yourself not to flinch.

"Do better. This job is important to me and I will not have you ruining it." His voice was a rough growl in your ear but luckily you didnt have to respond since you and your brother were called over to shoot another picture together.

Whenever, you and your brother posed next to one another putting on fake smiles. You could feel your father's judgement from behind the camera crew, his glare growing slightly darker but he had to keep up the perfect father facade so he settled on silently seething from the sidelines when you or your brother made small slip ups or didnt look happy enough for his liking.

Vladimir would give encouraging words but they were laced with fakeness and a look that screamed "Just wait until you get home." That's all your life is and will always be. Fake. Made up for the world to see and for the kids at school to be jealous over, wishing they were like you and that their parents could be as cool and easy going like your father appears to be. The truth drowned you and it was easier to lie than try and convince the world that the man they have idolised and sheltered for years is a abuser.