INTERTWINED DESTINY

                                        Sandy's p.o.v "Try and smile Sandy, people are looking at us. My mother (Geniveve) whispered through gritted teeth as she faced me with a smile. I huffed softly then forced myself to smile. "That wasn't hard to do, was it?" She asked in a whisper. "No mama, I'm sorry." I answered Softly. "What are you ladies talking about? you know that we are at a party. You shouldn't look tense or sad." (Martin) my father muttered under his breath. I smiled wider and looked ahead. The party that we were miserably not enjoying was thrown by my parents' close friend Tabitha. Tabitha was celebrating her success proudly. Telling everyone how her family name had always been there, and how everyone adored and respected it. My mother was at her side, congratulating her so much when I knew how she felt. My parents hated it when they were placed second on the ladder of success. They always wanted to come out first and to me, it was now becoming old news. "Dad, can I at least go to the balcony. It's too hot in here." I whispered. "Sure honey, don't just take long." He answered. I turned and walked to my left where the balcony was. The party was attended only by a few rich people. Status, money and power were all that one needed to join in their circle. I smiled when I stepped at the balcony and looked at the sky. The stars were looking so beautiful from the sky, and the moon shone brighter than ever.  "If only I would be allowed to take a walk." I whispered to myself sadly. I was born from two rich Billionaire parents. My father Martin Goldberg, and my mother Geniveve Gilbert who both came from very respected families. My life was what many people envied because I had everything one could ever dream of, Cars, Clothes, shoes, jewelry, and so on. But what they didn't know was that I was never happy. What I truly needed was what I couldn't have and that was my parents' love and care.  I was raised by a few servants who took care of me because my parents had no time in taking care of me. My parents traveled a lot because to them taking care of their companies and businesses meant the world. There were times I became too fond of a few servants but then they got fired for some reason. I would cry myself to sleep because of the loneliness I could feel. The more I liked any servant and became attached to her the more I was badly hurt whenever they left. I began to truly understand how depending on someone emotionally and loving them affected me badly. My parents noticed a few times that I was so sad and needed them, but they brushed me off like some dirt they were getting rid of.   Whenever we were in public, we instantly became the perfect family. Smiling all over and hugging each other, when in truth, we didn't even share such a good relationship at home.  I knew I was suppose to speak up or embarrass them in front of everyone, but I kept on with the act because deep down I still had faith and hope of one day receiving my parents' love and understanding. All I wanted was their attention and care. But as I grew older, I came to realize that it was impossible. With them, it was all about status and keeping our family name above all names that were well known. I felt sad, lonely, abandoned and unloved. I had tried making friends at school a lot of times, but they always ended up fearing me because of my parents. Each time I got close to any of my classmates, my parents would interfere by doing a background check on them to see if they were above or below our status. If not they approached them and paid them off to stay away.  With time many people began calling my names and laughing at me behind my back. I usually hard them say. "Wow, what a crappy piece of s**t. She can't even walk a few meters away without a bodyguard."  They also called me a spoiled little b***h, while others mocked me with gestures of bowing and naming me a spoiled princess. It hurt a lot, but I had to pretend to hear or feel nothing. To me, my life was a living hell that I had never asked for or wanted. Everytime I looked at a mother holding her child in a park or walking hand in hand with her on the streets, I couldn't help but wonder how it would have been like to born from a normal family. A family who would treat me with love and kindness. A mother who would hold me tight whenever I was sad and in tears, a father who would hold my hand whenever I was sick. Parents who could take me out for Ice cream or a movie.  I couldn't help but ask myself these questions. "How would it feel to love someone who wasn't chosen by my parents? or make friends who would laugh with me, not at me?" Sadly I came up with no answer because I knew nothing. All I did to escape my hated life was to read. In my house, there was a big beautiful library with a lot of books. I figured out that if I couldn't make friends, then I at least would drown myself into reading and that's exactly what I did.  I read a lot books, but those that were very interesting to me were history stories that talked about the past kings, queens, their achievements and ruling years. Among those books, my top three, best and most liked books were about king Richard who ruled with his two brothers. I liked how wise, kind and thoughtful he was towards his people. He was a great man that gave inspiration to many and his two brothers played a major role in that. Whenever I read their stories, I couldn't stop smiling in joy and everything around me wouldn't affect me in any way, even if it was my parents ignoring me. "Honey, it's time to go back home. It seems Tabitha has drunk too much." My mother said behind me with a soft laugh. I turned and walked to her, I could see it in her eyes how happy she was that Tabitha was drunk. We all knew how she ended up embarrassing herself everytime she had too much to drink. "Sure, let's go." I answered with the best fake smile I could come with.