Desiree
I sneak out for the house. Dad has been suffocating me, saying the outside world is too hectic.
You need to rest, he keeps saying.
He's hiding something from me.
I run out of the estate, feeling g the crisp air fill my lungs. It's a beauty summer night, perfect for a little vandalism and booze.
I hop in one of the cars, sprinting away. By the time dad finds I'm gone, it'll be too late. I drive into the city and ditch the car.
He'll probably track it anyway.
God he can be so overbearing. I make the rest of the way on foot, stopping g at a blank wall. I smirk. Ooh! There's some cans of spray paint, I start tagging with a smile.
"Hey!" I turn around, bumping into a man. He's tall, and dark haired. Fit.
Like a Prince.
He smiles. "You're hot," he smirks.
"I know," I toss my h
