Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Some things in life can be extremely hard. Every individual does their best to make sure that, they treat other individuals with equal respect. This is considered the golden rule, and to many people it is the rule that they hold very close to the heart. As people grow, they learn, mature, and make promises that to always try and better themselves.
It’s funny what love can do to people. Donald Grimsley was no exception to this, he was all around a nice guy. Caring, loving, compassionate, and always willing to lend an ear or a shoulder. He had meet his ex-wife in college. They hit it off initially, and dated smoothly for three years. There was a single incident where they did break up for about 9 months, before they ended up matching back up and making a mends. They were unstoppable from that point forward. They got a place together after college, both with successful careers they were able to do all the finest things that they could image. They got married two years down the road. They ended up having two daughters Alyssa and [ Valerie ]
Four years ago, when they’re youngest was 12, there was a big shift in the family dynamic. Both Mr. and Mrs. Grimsley had reached a stalemate they Donald had walked into blindly. She wanted a divorce, she wouldn’t flat out say it. It was the elephant in the room for 3.5 years, until he finally caved in. It was twisted how fast once he had made up his mind those papers got processed. His wife had been waiting with a pen in her purse for four years. Fast forward 7 of the most chaotic months Donald had experienced, with his home left to his ex-wife and with his eldest off the college Donald grew very depressed.
With his Alyssa following the same natural course of higher education; it could only make him think of his wife. He was madly in love with her, but they’re relationship and family had started to decay within. Donald lost his home as part of the assets, but he was able to win custody of their youngest daughter. He worried Alyssa aligned with Mallory, that his other daughter may to grow up and resent him.
Donald had thought long and hard, but he had grown painfully aware of two things. One: He needed to do whatever he could to make himself feel human again. He knew his ex was off with someone else more than likely having a blast in their new paid off home. Two: Valerie had become into quick the brat, and troublesome. With her parents preoccupied in a marital Cold War, Val had grown up with little restraint and had acquired a vicious attitude and sharp tongue.
Fast forward to the present, Donald has his entire life packed up into a jumbo U-Haul with Valerie as they drive across the state. Dad had decided that they needed to uproot and try some new soil across the state. Valerie was seething for so many reasons, she was a ball of hatred throughout the drive. She didn’t want to move away from Mom, her friends, her school, and not to mention her entire life back in their hometown.
Donald at 44 going on 45 had short brown hair that he usually keep very short, but lately he had been letting it grow to get a little scruffy in light of the recent events. His hair was just know starting to turn grey, it was a new milestone for him. Divorce and turning grey the same year, who knew how great this year would get. They were half way across the state, Val was staring out the window as she accepted the bleak fate as her life had be completely turned upside down by her father. It was on purpose that he was trying to rattle her as much as Mallory had rattled him. Donald wasn’t a mean person, but he got some odd inner sadistic relief knowing that he could make something feel a fraction as disgruntled as he felt.
Donald had been in better shape the majority of his 30’s, but as tension started to rise within the home, his diet and physique took to a decline. He wasn’t fat, but his gut was starting to pack on a few pounds all around.
On the other hand, Valerie got most of her looks from her mother. She looked so much like Mallory, it tore up Donald that the person who he loves endlessly, is a painful and passive slap in the face. He was so proud of his daughter, but she was unfortunately her mother’s child. She had developed that nastiness that his ex-wife had so ruthlessly used against him the last 5 years. This terrified Donald to his core. He had plans to send her off to an Etiquette College during the summer before she enrolled into the local high school.
She didn’t know this, at least yet.
“Hey Valerie, I know you’re not thrilled about much these past several months. Especially this week to be specific…but I need you to do one last thing for me sweetie--” As Val started mouthing off to her father about how he’s trying to ruin her life permanently and all sorts of profanity Donald finished his point. “Which you’ve proven my point exactly!! YOU HAVE NO RESPECT! Half of the family has been asking me about you‘re temper and all of your vulgar behavior. I cannot continue to defend you! You are you‘re mother‘s child if I ever knew one. The point of all of this is, after we move in you‘re going away to an Etiquette College for young ladies. This is going to be a new beginning for all of us…”
Donald prepared himself for some harsh backlash.
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Cleo was as much as a handful as any wild brat under the age of nineteen. She was almost twenty now and she still felt like nobody took her seriously Her parents situation didn't help her of course.. Naturally she wanted things she could never had and did things they did like. It wasn't her fault they choose to get together and try to be a famaily once. Nobody in the family was worth a damn to her except mom anyway. Mom always treated her the best, like a little princess and spoiled the crap out of her. She remembered when their parents used to fight and then her dad would walk out of the room and try to comfort her. She didn't need comforting, the fact that they fought didn't expect her but it was more so the idea that it might make her mom go away one day. She remember back when mom used to take her to the mall and get her all those wonderful things, she go off about her father and complain about him in secret to her. She knew more then he thought she probably did and because of that she had always seen her father as some sort of diabolic excuse for a human being. Then there was her older sister too, she hadn't seen her in a couple years now.. all fancy and off in college she was. She absolutely hated her sisters company and it had nothing to do with their relationship with one another. Naturally she was jealous of her more mature and well put together sister, who had goals and was working towards them. She hated everything about her too, the way she was so full of herself and ditsy, yet everybody babyed her through life. She remembered when she was younger sometimes her older sister would watch her when their parents went out and all she did was make her life a living hell at every waking chance she got. She'd do tons of terrible things and then blame it on her sister, and exclaim that she wasn't responsible enough to take good care of her younger sibling.. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't and she'd used to throw temper tantrums when it did. She still kinda did that now even, except she didn't scream as much as she used, instead she'd get violent and knock stuff off things and break things she'd come across on person. She couldn't even keep track of the number of times her and dad had got into a fight and how many things she broke. They had that sort of relationship where whatever he said she'd do the direct opposite often just to piss him off and get mom involved..
Unfortunately for her now, there was no mom in the picture. Just her and her good for nothing father. She remembered hearing the news about the move, that she'd be forced to live somewhere else and they were moving at the end of the week, she broke a glass coffee table that day with her foot.. It had been a week since then and yet to her it hadn't felt like it had been a day even, time was speeding ahead and she was not ready to endure the reality of it. The movers came, touched all her stuff and threw it in the back of the U-Haul and she was forced to sit alongside the "devil" for the entire extend of the drive. He drove like an idiot on top of everything else, if he would let her get a car then she'd show him how to really drive a car.. Of course he'd never do that, she wasn't responsible enough.. nope. The whole way there she sat with her arms crossed over her chest, her neck turned to the window as she'd try to distract herself with thoughts of selfish things and forget where she was and what was happening.. That's when her father spoke up, his voice rung in her hear like a screaming child as she'd find her expression turn sour quickly.
"Don't-! DON'T talk to me.. NO! I don't wanna hear anything you have to say you asshole-! What?! Yeah like hell I am, Im not going to no school like that, I look like the kinda girl who drinks tea? You must be blinder then I thought.."
She'd argue back once her father spoke. She always talked like that, like she was the queen of world or something but with a sassy undertone. It was somewhat expected from someone who often hung out at tanning beds and only bought designer clothes. Hell, she'd already would have opened the passenger seat door of the truck and ran for the hills if it weren't for those fancy black ankles boots she wore with those dreadfully high heels, well that and the highway of course.. Her clothes were so indecent on top of it all too, she wore a low cut blue tube top and spandex leggings with a fancy black jacket trimmed with fur all about the cuffs, neck and rim.
Donald was more than used to hearing this sort of abuse and slander coming from Cleo’s mouth this was protocol. You knew when things were bad when she started to break things left and right. She was by the more expensive of the two children. All of the thousands of dollars in damages, and total destruction of their own property. Cleo’s first car was something that she had been rather picky about, she insisted on getting a new car because she “deserved it”. It was the craziest thing he’s ever heard. Her mother however was somehow sadistically on her side about the new car. He caved and got her an brand new Audi. That car over the course of the year was scrapped, hit, dinged, and mangled for 2 years. To top it off, she had her car stolen. It never turned up. Her second car was a used car, but again, she had to go to a dealership and demand the more expensive used car they had. She managed to total this car in under 9 months. She had her car privileges taken away. Don wasn’t about to pay for a THIRD car, and her mom wasn’t to eager to whip out her own checkbook.
Cleo hissed, and spat fire with every word of your mouth. Donald had handled a lot of shit over the last few years. This car was fire like the fuss was getting very, very short. She just spewed out as much shit as she could with as much curse words. Donald just took it all in and let it soaked. He waited several minutes before speaking again. He liked the idea of letting there be still silence as long as Cleo was bitching.
“I know you’re 19 and you think you have everything all figured out, but I’ll be pleased to info you that you don’t. You don’t have a clue about how anything works in the real world! You have no skills, you have no talents. You’re looks alone are going to get you through life. I know you think having big breasts like your whore of a mother, but you wouldn’t know shit!”
Half of what he was trying to say was being over masked by her yelling. She was furious and made sure her point was made crystal clear no matter what. She had the last word on everything. “I don’t care if you drink tea or not. If you talk to anyone there like that they’re going to be throwing the hot tea on your pretty little face!” He could feel his daughter’s scorn and rage thickening as her voice became ever louder.
In an attempt to try and put his foot down on all of this, “CLEOPATRIA GRIMSLEY! I am your FATHER. Who you treat with respect and dignity! I’m going to try and make this a clear as possible: I AM IN CHARGE OF YOU AND YOUR LIFE, YOU DO NOT THINK YOU RULE THIS PLANET! YOU DON’T HAVE ANY MORE OR INFLUENCE!! YOU‘RE A LITTLE BRAT WHO GET WHAT SHE WANTS THROUGH CAUSING HELL. NO MORE!!!!”
Donald was yelling at the top of his lungs. Maintaining a steady 90 MPH on the highway, they were starting to close in on their new home. Just getting over the county line.
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As if she hadn't heard her father blow up before, this really wasn't anything new to her. Maybe their family was just broken and needed some serious counseling. Despite even trying to fix anything in the first place, the real trouble would be getting Cleo to commit to anything. She did as she wanted and didn't follow anyone elses set schedule except for her own. She had standards to maintain and things to address that she just deemed more important then the company or even concern of certain other people. She would rather spend two hours hogging the bathroom just do her hair and make-up, rather then sit in this car with her dick excuse for a father and that was saying alot about her level of patience. Naturally she was the sort of girl to ask you in any car ride if they were there yet, every five minutes just because she couldn't stand being stuck in a moving vehicle. The world WAS about her in her mind and she'd make it whatever the hell she wanted it to be, even if she deemed herself queen of it. Her father didn't get that, he was far too realistic and absorbed in the sorrows of his life, unlike her, she had everything she wanted and all he did was take it away. He was jealous of her, he had to be, what a sick bastard.. She'd sicken herself the more she thought about it, the faster she concluded that her father was somehow trying to compete with her and she absolutely hated competition.
All she could do was shift an insulted look of annoyance towards her father across from her, as her lips pouted out in a rather prissy manner and she'd simply just stare at him with a narrow glance. The hell was he talking about? Now he was yelling a nineteen year old?! Some adult he was! Maybe he was the one who should be signing himself up for parenting school. She'd roll her eyes in a dramatic fashion as she felt the argue to scream but instead simply just raised her foot into the dashboard of the car and kicked the base of it in a rough swift manner. Fine, he could yell at her.. but he'd be the one paying for the damages to the u-haul truck right? Yep, she was a smart ass, full of sass and fire and always the worst when he got all fired up about something. After kicking the car she'd proceed to play dumb, her head shifting towards the window as she'd simply look away from her father and let his words add symphony to the silence around them.
"Uh-huh.. like fuck they will.. Nobody can tell me what to and defiantly not a dick like you..!"
She'd bitch back and act as if she weren't interested in paying any attention to him any longer.
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Donald wasn’t really the type to try and yell to beat his point home, but when your daughter plays ignorant to everything you really couldn’t help but yell at such a bitch. She had no concept of reality, and she thought that everything could be solved by pouting your lips and crying real cute to gather up some sympathy. It usually worked like a charm on strangers. But who wouldn’t help a defenseless, big breasted teenager who needs everything done for her. It really bothered Don who much Cleo was basically just a useless bimbo. Just like her mother, it was a sour pill for Don to come to terms with.
He stopped his yelling, but Cleo son was kicking and trying to batter up the truck to the best of her ability. Aside from a few scuffs and no real damage she subsided and looked out the window acting as if she didn’t care. Don mumbled under his breath how ‘if you think they wouldn’t sue a 19 year old girl you got anything thing coming…’ He was hoping maybe he could get underneath her skin by saying it as if she wasn’t supposed to hear it. He doubted such sophisticated reverse psychology would work on Cleo.
They were less than 10 minutes away from their house, and he figured he would raise the stakes about the Etiquette College. Taking out his phone, he looked through him contacts and then “called them”. He waited on the phone, and faked the conversation. “Oh hell Susan! I’m doing great! How about you? Lovely!” He glanced over at Cleo who was sitting with her arms crossed her chest giving him the death glare with an intensity that could start forest fires. “Why, of course! I’m just calling to verify that you have Cleopatra down for tomorrow morning. Yes ma’am, ah, okay. We’ll be there promptly for orientation at 9 am. Thank you again.”
Hanging up Donald pulled into their new humble abode. It was a small one story house, 2 bedrooms, and one and a half bathrooms. Cleo would have the half bathroom, and to bath she would need to go through her father’s bedroom to get to the shower. Everything he did seemed to be to fuck Cleo over more and more in this situation. “Hey honey, if you could start unloading some of your things that’d be great.” With a smug smile Donald backed the U-Haul into the driveway, before going to unlock the house and open up the garage.
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What kind of shit was her father seriously trying to pull with all this? It was bad enough that he didn't get it yet and was still trying to press some sort of grudge against her. It wouldn't end well for him and she was surprised he didn't know better by now. No fancy school was gonna teach her shit, if she didn't go.. Why would she go? She didn't want to and she could do whatever the hell she wanted anyway. Back at the old school she went too she had made a general habit of skipping classes whenever she felt not so much in the mood to try and listen to someone else talk other then herself. She didn't learn jack in school, only that she had a certain status to maintain there. It was no surprise that back at her old school she was quite the bully to the other girls, even some of the guys had got on her bad side. If she wasn't afraid to break an expensive piece of property that she had no rights too, why on earth would she be afraid to humiliate and beat the crap of those weaker then her? With dad this wasn't the case however, she knew he could over power her physical ease, so instead she'd use words to attack him for the most part.
She'd roll her eyes in utter annoyance the moment he got out his phone and began dialing some number. It wasn't until she heard the type of vocabulary he was using that she realized who he might be talking too. Her expression went sour into bitter insult as she'd throw the entirety of her attention at him and that phone in his hand. She was about to blow up any minute and in more so of a way then normal. Sometimes when she got truly ticked off she lost control of herself and did rather unpredictable things. She'd reach over to him and try to pull the phone of his hand, as her fingers failed wildly all over the keypad to screw with all the buttons.
"Oh im sorry.. are you trying to talk to someone daddy? Who the fuck would want to talk to a loser like you anyway.. Give me that phone you dick!"
She'd hiss aloud to him. She'd continue at the attempt to pry the phone from him for another moment or so until she'd naturally just abandon the whole act all together. She didn't really want the phone of course, only to screw with the potential call he may have been having. She just loved to make his life miserable at the end of the day, because she felt so undervalued by him as a child. She'd go back to her original posture at the window, her hand prying up into the side of her head as she'd drive her nails through her pretty blonde locks of hair and finally glance over at her nails once she finished and inspect them, while she'd begin to hover a soft tune to herself to try and drown out the presence of her father.
The car ride ended faster then she expected and she had only glanced up for a moment once she realized they had finally left the highway. She saw the miserable excuse for a house they'd be living in and she couldn't help but express how insulted she were by the appearance of the home. The hell were they anyway? She could see trees everywhere and there were no people nearby, was the house made out of wood? He must have been kidding. Her father exited the car without a second glance and immediately proceeded to begin the unpacking routine as she could only sit in the passenger seat and stare at the cabin in front of her.
"Oh my god.. what the fuck is this? Some crack shack? You have got to be kidding me.. Wow, what a low life you are.. I didn't think you could get any worse but this just wow.."
Was all she said aloud as her father walked off and left her alone in the car.
As expected Cleo was took the first opportunity to bitch and complain about something before even giving it a shot. She complained about the looks and appearances of everything, especially if it was going to be directly associated with her. Donald looked over, “If you think I could afford a nice place like we used to have, after your mom took the house AND a healthy chunk of my money, you’d be delusional. I’ll take you to see the doctor on Monday.” Donald got out of the car going to the front door to open and get the lights on. He went throughout the house to see if it was left as specified. His master plan was loose and still coming together, but the loose ends were starting to tie themselves up.
The house was a 2 bedroom 1.5 bathrooms, there was a basement also, it wasn’t designed to function as a room, but it was certainly big enough. Donald was certain that the basement would be where Cleo would be spending the majority of her time if things went to plan. His plan was to take Cleo to the woods high up on a local mountain. It’s far enough away where it doesn’t get much traffic, and they would be out in the sticks. He was using this “Etiquette College” as a façade for Cleo and the rest of the family. While there was one within a town, it was all he needed to brainwash and reprogram his daughter. He’d abduct her in the middle of the night, drive out 5 hours and get all set up for the summer. They’d spend the summer out there training, and returning whenever he felt she was stable enough.
Donald emerged from the garage with the door opening. He walked up to back of the truck, swinging the wide door open, and grabbing the boxes up front and began to unload into the garage. Grabbing a few boxes of linens and bedding supplies he walked over to Cleo who still sat in the car with her arms crossed all huffy and puffy. Knocking on the window, “Hey Ms. Cleopatra, take you and your big tits and go up stairs and make the beds please. Don’t make me ask twice.” From now on he’d only address her as Cleopatra, that would be the name she associates with her new identity to come.
Going back to the truck Donald continued to unload the truck as Cleo still fought and bickered at him for all of this nonsense he had gotten them into. She hissed and yelled about anything she could come up with, getting feed up he screamed, “If you want to be anymore than a professional dick sucker, you should try to get this attitude of yours fixed or it won’t lead to anything productive! I’ll get you a pair of kneepads for Christmas.”
It’s funny what love can do to people. Donald Grimsley was no exception to this, he was all around a nice guy. Caring, loving, compassionate, and always willing to lend an ear or a shoulder. He had meet his ex-wife in college. They hit it off initially, and dated smoothly for three years. There was a single incident where they did break up for about 9 months, before they ended up matching back up and making a mends. They were unstoppable from that point forward. They got a place together after college, both with successful careers they were able to do all the finest things that they could image. They got married two years down the road. They ended up having two daughters Alyssa and [ Valerie ]
Four years ago, when they’re youngest was 12, there was a big shift in the family dynamic. Both Mr. and Mrs. Grimsley had reached a stalemate they Donald had walked into blindly. She wanted a divorce, she wouldn’t flat out say it. It was the elephant in the room for 3.5 years, until he finally caved in. It was twisted how fast once he had made up his mind those papers got processed. His wife had been waiting with a pen in her purse for four years. Fast forward 7 of the most chaotic months Donald had experienced, with his home left to his ex-wife and with his eldest off the college Donald grew very depressed.
With his Alyssa following the same natural course of higher education; it could only make him think of his wife. He was madly in love with her, but they’re relationship and family had started to decay within. Donald lost his home as part of the assets, but he was able to win custody of their youngest daughter. He worried Alyssa aligned with Mallory, that his other daughter may to grow up and resent him.
Donald had thought long and hard, but he had grown painfully aware of two things. One: He needed to do whatever he could to make himself feel human again. He knew his ex was off with someone else more than likely having a blast in their new paid off home. Two: Valerie had become into quick the brat, and troublesome. With her parents preoccupied in a marital Cold War, Val had grown up with little restraint and had acquired a vicious attitude and sharp tongue.
Fast forward to the present, Donald has his entire life packed up into a jumbo U-Haul with Valerie as they drive across the state. Dad had decided that they needed to uproot and try some new soil across the state. Valerie was seething for so many reasons, she was a ball of hatred throughout the drive. She didn’t want to move away from Mom, her friends, her school, and not to mention her entire life back in their hometown.
Donald at 44 going on 45 had short brown hair that he usually keep very short, but lately he had been letting it grow to get a little scruffy in light of the recent events. His hair was just know starting to turn grey, it was a new milestone for him. Divorce and turning grey the same year, who knew how great this year would get. They were half way across the state, Val was staring out the window as she accepted the bleak fate as her life had be completely turned upside down by her father. It was on purpose that he was trying to rattle her as much as Mallory had rattled him. Donald wasn’t a mean person, but he got some odd inner sadistic relief knowing that he could make something feel a fraction as disgruntled as he felt.
Donald had been in better shape the majority of his 30’s, but as tension started to rise within the home, his diet and physique took to a decline. He wasn’t fat, but his gut was starting to pack on a few pounds all around.
On the other hand, Valerie got most of her looks from her mother. She looked so much like Mallory, it tore up Donald that the person who he loves endlessly, is a painful and passive slap in the face. He was so proud of his daughter, but she was unfortunately her mother’s child. She had developed that nastiness that his ex-wife had so ruthlessly used against him the last 5 years. This terrified Donald to his core. He had plans to send her off to an Etiquette College during the summer before she enrolled into the local high school.
She didn’t know this, at least yet.
“Hey Valerie, I know you’re not thrilled about much these past several months. Especially this week to be specific…but I need you to do one last thing for me sweetie--” As Val started mouthing off to her father about how he’s trying to ruin her life permanently and all sorts of profanity Donald finished his point. “Which you’ve proven my point exactly!! YOU HAVE NO RESPECT! Half of the family has been asking me about you‘re temper and all of your vulgar behavior. I cannot continue to defend you! You are you‘re mother‘s child if I ever knew one. The point of all of this is, after we move in you‘re going away to an Etiquette College for young ladies. This is going to be a new beginning for all of us…”
Donald prepared himself for some harsh backlash.
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Cleo was as much as a handful as any wild brat under the age of nineteen. She was almost twenty now and she still felt like nobody took her seriously Her parents situation didn't help her of course.. Naturally she wanted things she could never had and did things they did like. It wasn't her fault they choose to get together and try to be a famaily once. Nobody in the family was worth a damn to her except mom anyway. Mom always treated her the best, like a little princess and spoiled the crap out of her. She remembered when their parents used to fight and then her dad would walk out of the room and try to comfort her. She didn't need comforting, the fact that they fought didn't expect her but it was more so the idea that it might make her mom go away one day. She remember back when mom used to take her to the mall and get her all those wonderful things, she go off about her father and complain about him in secret to her. She knew more then he thought she probably did and because of that she had always seen her father as some sort of diabolic excuse for a human being. Then there was her older sister too, she hadn't seen her in a couple years now.. all fancy and off in college she was. She absolutely hated her sisters company and it had nothing to do with their relationship with one another. Naturally she was jealous of her more mature and well put together sister, who had goals and was working towards them. She hated everything about her too, the way she was so full of herself and ditsy, yet everybody babyed her through life. She remembered when she was younger sometimes her older sister would watch her when their parents went out and all she did was make her life a living hell at every waking chance she got. She'd do tons of terrible things and then blame it on her sister, and exclaim that she wasn't responsible enough to take good care of her younger sibling.. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't and she'd used to throw temper tantrums when it did. She still kinda did that now even, except she didn't scream as much as she used, instead she'd get violent and knock stuff off things and break things she'd come across on person. She couldn't even keep track of the number of times her and dad had got into a fight and how many things she broke. They had that sort of relationship where whatever he said she'd do the direct opposite often just to piss him off and get mom involved..
Unfortunately for her now, there was no mom in the picture. Just her and her good for nothing father. She remembered hearing the news about the move, that she'd be forced to live somewhere else and they were moving at the end of the week, she broke a glass coffee table that day with her foot.. It had been a week since then and yet to her it hadn't felt like it had been a day even, time was speeding ahead and she was not ready to endure the reality of it. The movers came, touched all her stuff and threw it in the back of the U-Haul and she was forced to sit alongside the "devil" for the entire extend of the drive. He drove like an idiot on top of everything else, if he would let her get a car then she'd show him how to really drive a car.. Of course he'd never do that, she wasn't responsible enough.. nope. The whole way there she sat with her arms crossed over her chest, her neck turned to the window as she'd try to distract herself with thoughts of selfish things and forget where she was and what was happening.. That's when her father spoke up, his voice rung in her hear like a screaming child as she'd find her expression turn sour quickly.
"Don't-! DON'T talk to me.. NO! I don't wanna hear anything you have to say you asshole-! What?! Yeah like hell I am, Im not going to no school like that, I look like the kinda girl who drinks tea? You must be blinder then I thought.."
She'd argue back once her father spoke. She always talked like that, like she was the queen of world or something but with a sassy undertone. It was somewhat expected from someone who often hung out at tanning beds and only bought designer clothes. Hell, she'd already would have opened the passenger seat door of the truck and ran for the hills if it weren't for those fancy black ankles boots she wore with those dreadfully high heels, well that and the highway of course.. Her clothes were so indecent on top of it all too, she wore a low cut blue tube top and spandex leggings with a fancy black jacket trimmed with fur all about the cuffs, neck and rim.
Donald was more than used to hearing this sort of abuse and slander coming from Cleo’s mouth this was protocol. You knew when things were bad when she started to break things left and right. She was by the more expensive of the two children. All of the thousands of dollars in damages, and total destruction of their own property. Cleo’s first car was something that she had been rather picky about, she insisted on getting a new car because she “deserved it”. It was the craziest thing he’s ever heard. Her mother however was somehow sadistically on her side about the new car. He caved and got her an brand new Audi. That car over the course of the year was scrapped, hit, dinged, and mangled for 2 years. To top it off, she had her car stolen. It never turned up. Her second car was a used car, but again, she had to go to a dealership and demand the more expensive used car they had. She managed to total this car in under 9 months. She had her car privileges taken away. Don wasn’t about to pay for a THIRD car, and her mom wasn’t to eager to whip out her own checkbook.
Cleo hissed, and spat fire with every word of your mouth. Donald had handled a lot of shit over the last few years. This car was fire like the fuss was getting very, very short. She just spewed out as much shit as she could with as much curse words. Donald just took it all in and let it soaked. He waited several minutes before speaking again. He liked the idea of letting there be still silence as long as Cleo was bitching.
“I know you’re 19 and you think you have everything all figured out, but I’ll be pleased to info you that you don’t. You don’t have a clue about how anything works in the real world! You have no skills, you have no talents. You’re looks alone are going to get you through life. I know you think having big breasts like your whore of a mother, but you wouldn’t know shit!”
Half of what he was trying to say was being over masked by her yelling. She was furious and made sure her point was made crystal clear no matter what. She had the last word on everything. “I don’t care if you drink tea or not. If you talk to anyone there like that they’re going to be throwing the hot tea on your pretty little face!” He could feel his daughter’s scorn and rage thickening as her voice became ever louder.
In an attempt to try and put his foot down on all of this, “CLEOPATRIA GRIMSLEY! I am your FATHER. Who you treat with respect and dignity! I’m going to try and make this a clear as possible: I AM IN CHARGE OF YOU AND YOUR LIFE, YOU DO NOT THINK YOU RULE THIS PLANET! YOU DON’T HAVE ANY MORE OR INFLUENCE!! YOU‘RE A LITTLE BRAT WHO GET WHAT SHE WANTS THROUGH CAUSING HELL. NO MORE!!!!”
Donald was yelling at the top of his lungs. Maintaining a steady 90 MPH on the highway, they were starting to close in on their new home. Just getting over the county line.
***
As if she hadn't heard her father blow up before, this really wasn't anything new to her. Maybe their family was just broken and needed some serious counseling. Despite even trying to fix anything in the first place, the real trouble would be getting Cleo to commit to anything. She did as she wanted and didn't follow anyone elses set schedule except for her own. She had standards to maintain and things to address that she just deemed more important then the company or even concern of certain other people. She would rather spend two hours hogging the bathroom just do her hair and make-up, rather then sit in this car with her dick excuse for a father and that was saying alot about her level of patience. Naturally she was the sort of girl to ask you in any car ride if they were there yet, every five minutes just because she couldn't stand being stuck in a moving vehicle. The world WAS about her in her mind and she'd make it whatever the hell she wanted it to be, even if she deemed herself queen of it. Her father didn't get that, he was far too realistic and absorbed in the sorrows of his life, unlike her, she had everything she wanted and all he did was take it away. He was jealous of her, he had to be, what a sick bastard.. She'd sicken herself the more she thought about it, the faster she concluded that her father was somehow trying to compete with her and she absolutely hated competition.
All she could do was shift an insulted look of annoyance towards her father across from her, as her lips pouted out in a rather prissy manner and she'd simply just stare at him with a narrow glance. The hell was he talking about? Now he was yelling a nineteen year old?! Some adult he was! Maybe he was the one who should be signing himself up for parenting school. She'd roll her eyes in a dramatic fashion as she felt the argue to scream but instead simply just raised her foot into the dashboard of the car and kicked the base of it in a rough swift manner. Fine, he could yell at her.. but he'd be the one paying for the damages to the u-haul truck right? Yep, she was a smart ass, full of sass and fire and always the worst when he got all fired up about something. After kicking the car she'd proceed to play dumb, her head shifting towards the window as she'd simply look away from her father and let his words add symphony to the silence around them.
"Uh-huh.. like fuck they will.. Nobody can tell me what to and defiantly not a dick like you..!"
She'd bitch back and act as if she weren't interested in paying any attention to him any longer.
***
Donald wasn’t really the type to try and yell to beat his point home, but when your daughter plays ignorant to everything you really couldn’t help but yell at such a bitch. She had no concept of reality, and she thought that everything could be solved by pouting your lips and crying real cute to gather up some sympathy. It usually worked like a charm on strangers. But who wouldn’t help a defenseless, big breasted teenager who needs everything done for her. It really bothered Don who much Cleo was basically just a useless bimbo. Just like her mother, it was a sour pill for Don to come to terms with.
He stopped his yelling, but Cleo son was kicking and trying to batter up the truck to the best of her ability. Aside from a few scuffs and no real damage she subsided and looked out the window acting as if she didn’t care. Don mumbled under his breath how ‘if you think they wouldn’t sue a 19 year old girl you got anything thing coming…’ He was hoping maybe he could get underneath her skin by saying it as if she wasn’t supposed to hear it. He doubted such sophisticated reverse psychology would work on Cleo.
They were less than 10 minutes away from their house, and he figured he would raise the stakes about the Etiquette College. Taking out his phone, he looked through him contacts and then “called them”. He waited on the phone, and faked the conversation. “Oh hell Susan! I’m doing great! How about you? Lovely!” He glanced over at Cleo who was sitting with her arms crossed her chest giving him the death glare with an intensity that could start forest fires. “Why, of course! I’m just calling to verify that you have Cleopatra down for tomorrow morning. Yes ma’am, ah, okay. We’ll be there promptly for orientation at 9 am. Thank you again.”
Hanging up Donald pulled into their new humble abode. It was a small one story house, 2 bedrooms, and one and a half bathrooms. Cleo would have the half bathroom, and to bath she would need to go through her father’s bedroom to get to the shower. Everything he did seemed to be to fuck Cleo over more and more in this situation. “Hey honey, if you could start unloading some of your things that’d be great.” With a smug smile Donald backed the U-Haul into the driveway, before going to unlock the house and open up the garage.
***
What kind of shit was her father seriously trying to pull with all this? It was bad enough that he didn't get it yet and was still trying to press some sort of grudge against her. It wouldn't end well for him and she was surprised he didn't know better by now. No fancy school was gonna teach her shit, if she didn't go.. Why would she go? She didn't want to and she could do whatever the hell she wanted anyway. Back at the old school she went too she had made a general habit of skipping classes whenever she felt not so much in the mood to try and listen to someone else talk other then herself. She didn't learn jack in school, only that she had a certain status to maintain there. It was no surprise that back at her old school she was quite the bully to the other girls, even some of the guys had got on her bad side. If she wasn't afraid to break an expensive piece of property that she had no rights too, why on earth would she be afraid to humiliate and beat the crap of those weaker then her? With dad this wasn't the case however, she knew he could over power her physical ease, so instead she'd use words to attack him for the most part.
She'd roll her eyes in utter annoyance the moment he got out his phone and began dialing some number. It wasn't until she heard the type of vocabulary he was using that she realized who he might be talking too. Her expression went sour into bitter insult as she'd throw the entirety of her attention at him and that phone in his hand. She was about to blow up any minute and in more so of a way then normal. Sometimes when she got truly ticked off she lost control of herself and did rather unpredictable things. She'd reach over to him and try to pull the phone of his hand, as her fingers failed wildly all over the keypad to screw with all the buttons.
"Oh im sorry.. are you trying to talk to someone daddy? Who the fuck would want to talk to a loser like you anyway.. Give me that phone you dick!"
She'd hiss aloud to him. She'd continue at the attempt to pry the phone from him for another moment or so until she'd naturally just abandon the whole act all together. She didn't really want the phone of course, only to screw with the potential call he may have been having. She just loved to make his life miserable at the end of the day, because she felt so undervalued by him as a child. She'd go back to her original posture at the window, her hand prying up into the side of her head as she'd drive her nails through her pretty blonde locks of hair and finally glance over at her nails once she finished and inspect them, while she'd begin to hover a soft tune to herself to try and drown out the presence of her father.
The car ride ended faster then she expected and she had only glanced up for a moment once she realized they had finally left the highway. She saw the miserable excuse for a house they'd be living in and she couldn't help but express how insulted she were by the appearance of the home. The hell were they anyway? She could see trees everywhere and there were no people nearby, was the house made out of wood? He must have been kidding. Her father exited the car without a second glance and immediately proceeded to begin the unpacking routine as she could only sit in the passenger seat and stare at the cabin in front of her.
"Oh my god.. what the fuck is this? Some crack shack? You have got to be kidding me.. Wow, what a low life you are.. I didn't think you could get any worse but this just wow.."
Was all she said aloud as her father walked off and left her alone in the car.
As expected Cleo was took the first opportunity to bitch and complain about something before even giving it a shot. She complained about the looks and appearances of everything, especially if it was going to be directly associated with her. Donald looked over, “If you think I could afford a nice place like we used to have, after your mom took the house AND a healthy chunk of my money, you’d be delusional. I’ll take you to see the doctor on Monday.” Donald got out of the car going to the front door to open and get the lights on. He went throughout the house to see if it was left as specified. His master plan was loose and still coming together, but the loose ends were starting to tie themselves up.
The house was a 2 bedroom 1.5 bathrooms, there was a basement also, it wasn’t designed to function as a room, but it was certainly big enough. Donald was certain that the basement would be where Cleo would be spending the majority of her time if things went to plan. His plan was to take Cleo to the woods high up on a local mountain. It’s far enough away where it doesn’t get much traffic, and they would be out in the sticks. He was using this “Etiquette College” as a façade for Cleo and the rest of the family. While there was one within a town, it was all he needed to brainwash and reprogram his daughter. He’d abduct her in the middle of the night, drive out 5 hours and get all set up for the summer. They’d spend the summer out there training, and returning whenever he felt she was stable enough.
Donald emerged from the garage with the door opening. He walked up to back of the truck, swinging the wide door open, and grabbing the boxes up front and began to unload into the garage. Grabbing a few boxes of linens and bedding supplies he walked over to Cleo who still sat in the car with her arms crossed all huffy and puffy. Knocking on the window, “Hey Ms. Cleopatra, take you and your big tits and go up stairs and make the beds please. Don’t make me ask twice.” From now on he’d only address her as Cleopatra, that would be the name she associates with her new identity to come.
Going back to the truck Donald continued to unload the truck as Cleo still fought and bickered at him for all of this nonsense he had gotten them into. She hissed and yelled about anything she could come up with, getting feed up he screamed, “If you want to be anymore than a professional dick sucker, you should try to get this attitude of yours fixed or it won’t lead to anything productive! I’ll get you a pair of kneepads for Christmas.”
