Skylar woke to find herself clutching her favorite plush teddy bear. The faux fur felt cold and moist. She needed water after crying herself to sleep, since her family had forgotten her birthday.
The numerous pillows surrounded her petite frame making a mounded fortress. The fifteen year old Skylar rolled off her goose quilted bedspread, then sashayed her way into the stately Living room of the Suite.
She found the bar refrigerator stocked with iced water bottles, and took one big gulp. Dang, she hated that freeze feeling in her brain. She frantically rubbed her forehead to end the cold sensation, only to have her black hair become entangled with her fingers.
She studied the four-bedroom penthouse seeing Ryker's bedroom door closed; which was typical. Sometimes she heard dreadful moans from inside, which occurred only when Father was away. At times she heard other voices.
Her Father's double door bedroom entry was ajared. She peeped inside to see unslept bed. Where was Father? He must be on Duty. She returned to the Main room, and dialed room service for her daily breakfast request.
"Ms Van Hoff, I am sorry to inform you, but your breakfast will be delayed by forty minutes due to the large Church group," replied the Room Service dispatcher.
"Oh, okay. What have you to do?" Skylar inquired.
"We are setting-up a buffet for them in the Tea Room as they begin their morning sermon," was the reply.
"I hate to be of trouble. Maybe I'll go exploring instead," Skylar spoke as she hung-up the phone.
She scribbled a note stating she was gone for the day; and left it for her family on the bar.
She hated being deserted in this Penthouse in a City of millions. She yearned for acceptance though she had been shielded the majo...
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...amily was not the same. Father was gone frequently and Ryker's mood frightened her.
"Breakfast on me," Mike jokingly announced as he pointed to the buffet set-up in the back of the room.
"Mike, breakfast is always on you," Daniel teased back with a laughter from the group; it revealed the tension he felt.
"You're quite right, Daniel. Now, Everybody enjoy before we head-out," Mike spoke as he strolled to a squirmy seated Skylar.
Mike leaned forward to ask her, "Would you like to join us, Skylar?"
"Yes," Skylar squealed, then she covered her mouth at Skylar obversed the delegation staring at her.
"Sorry. I would like that very much, Sir," Skylar continued.
Mike questioned, "Does your Father know you're with us?"
She nodded yes.
Minister Mike continued speaking, "Come. Enjoy some pastries before we go."
The Minister escorted Skylar to the back table.
The story teller does not like her room and desires to stay in one downstairs that opens o...
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