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Nevaeh was laying on her stomach with her head resting on her arms. She looked up at one of the many posters covering her walls. Some popular band known more for their looks then their music stared back at her. She felt restless. She wanted to go out and paint the town red. She knew a dozen people to call. Charley with his dark skin and deep eyes or James with his blonde locks and a six pack that could make any girl drool. Then there was Stacy and Lacy. A music major with mocha skin and soft eyes and the sweet science major with red hair and nice long legs. Each had something that made them attractive, not that she was picky. No she liked anyone with a pulse and she had accepted this about herself a long time ago. What was creepy beyond all measure, was her attraction to Blaise. He could very well be the closest thing she had to a father that and Bradly. Though she had never had that kind of impulse toward him. Perhaps because he was her origin? Something like lusting after yourself... How narcissistic would that be?
But no she couldn't call any of the people she wanted to. Why? Because she was on lock down. Yes daddy grounded her. And it just wasn't fair! Just because she didn't make in for curfew a few times. And perhaps the disappearing for a few months might have added to it. She had been having fun. Meeting people, flirting, dancing, and laughing. What was really so wrong with a little fun? Apparently it was a major crime.
She started to drift off from boredom when the alarm sounded. She jumped from the suddenness of its screeching. This caused her to fall to the floor with a loud thunk. Her bottom hitting the cold tile and her teal silk sheets falling from the bed and covering her shocked form. She was glad she was alone as she popped her head out. White hair going wild as she thre the sheet across the room and got to her feet in a rush. She was to the door and out into the hallway in seconds. That alarm was trouble and all of them knew exactly what kind of trouble. Father, or perhaps Daddy One, was awake. She didn't know how she could love a man she had never met and only seen a handful of times. But she did love him with all the feeling of a girl for her father.
She had done a few silly things when she was younger. Taken him drawings she had done for him. Always of her and him in front of a house with a big picket fence. She had dreamed that he would wake up and both her daddies would whisk her away and they would live happily forever after. Yeah, right. But now she was an adult and despite the nasty work ahead she didn't want Bradley to wake. She understood he needed to and if anyone wanted to survive he had to. But why make him suffer his insanity? Why make him see what they had done to him in the name of that survival? He deserved his peace. She was content to let the world rot if it meant he could be free. Since when was she that selfless? Perhaps she was still that little girl crying and begging for love. Wanting nothing more then to have both her fathers proud of her.
With this thought she pushed her way forward and toward the common room. They might tell her something there.