The Boy Next Door

1 - I'm not spoiled...or a child!

It was actually happening. My entire life was falling apart.

Everything.

It felt like I was being sucked into a never ending spiral

And now this. For the love of God, the last thing I needed was pigeon shit on my new Louis Vuitton women's pink and white Suede Run away sneakers!

It was my first day there, and everything felt like it was already all wrong.

I shook my foot aggressively, trying to get the pigeon shit off, and looked up at the big board infront of me, growing slightly uncomfortable as I did so.

MKB Detention center, New York,
New York.

Written in big bold letters in front of me.

I took a deep breath in, tucking a lose strand of my long, perfectly curled brown hair behind my ear.

"Alright," I mumbled to myself, and hesitantly walked in.

I walked up to the officer at the front desk, "uhm...hi,"

"Can I help you?" She asked, pulling her glasses of, and starring at me rather intimidatingly.

"I'm here to see Jeffery Renolds?" I said softly.

She narrowed her eyes at me.

"And you are?" She asked, keeping her tone neutral.

"Kiara..Renolds......"

"You're Warren's daughter?" She asked, and I gave her a small nod.

"Well it's great to meet you Kiara," she smiled,

"I'll be with you in just a minute, please take a seat," she said, switching up her tone at the mention of my father.

I rolled my eyes.

Warren Renolds, my father, Owner and co-founder of the multi million dollar company, Warren and Barry's. Turning heads at his mention and exploiting workers since 1997.

"Okay, thanks," I sighed.

I starred down at my nails, which were still blue. God, I ought to get them changed, it's October for fucks sake.

After about 5 minutes, she finally guided me to the meeting room, and I sat myself down, anxiously waiting.

About 10 minutes later, through the door right in front of me, I saw my Uncle's unshaven face, give me a small surprised smile.

I'm sure seeing me here was the last thing he'd expected.

"Kiara," he said enthusiastically, letting out a small laugh.

The officers on either side of him slowly let go, and he walked towards me in his faded orange jumpsuit, and I fell into him, felling his arms wrap around me.

"Hey," I smiled up at him.

He really did seem suprised to see me,

"You're in New York," he sighed, looking at me, slowly letting go.

I sighed, "I'm in New York,"

"wow...uh.....How come?" He asked, rubbing his wrists, and shaking his head.

"I don't know....I live here now I guess,"

"What?"

"Pearson high," I said, referring to my parents.

"what?" He asked.

"It's...a long story,"

"I'm listening," he said, after a small gap.