Britney Emily Stone POV

I slowly opened my eyes. "Happy Birthday to me" I whispered to myself. It's not like anyone else will remember that today is my birthday. My papa was the only one that loved to celebrate my birthday with me. There was a knock on the door

"Emily wake up today is an important day " the voice from the hall screamed.

" I'm a wake mom" I called out to her. I don't believe it. Did she remember my birthday?

After papa's death, mom has never been the same. She remarried six months after papa's death. I pulled out my hidden photo of papa from under my pillow. Mama burned all papa's photos on her wedding day as a gift to her new husband.

" papa do you know that today is my 18th birthday?" I asked the photo.

"Papa do you know mama remembered it. After all this time she still remembered my birthday papa. I miss you papa I wish you were here to celebrate my birthday with me" I said to the photo, as i hugged it close to my chest.

"make it fast Emily oh so help me if you are late" mama screams from the hall

" okay mom " I replied with excitement I can't believe that she remembered my birthday. This is the first time she's remembered my birthday since papa's death.

I got out of bed and went straight for the shower. Half an hour later I was done I picked out a black top, dark blue jeans, and a pair of matching black heels. Now time to deal with this bird's nest on my head. A lot of people say they would die to have hair like mine. If they looked at me now. They would take back their words. Don't get me wrong I love my hair it is curly and long. I don't need any products to style it. It sets perfectly that's what I love about my hair. But I wake up looking like there's a bird's nest of my head every morning. I brushed my hair I did a side path today. I put on some light eyeliner and lip gloss . I took one last look in the mirror. And headed out the door.

I entered the dining room. My mother Nora Grey was standing next to the window. Her long brown hair reaches her mid-back. She wore a dark blue dress that reached her mid-tigh with a pair of black heels. Her make-up was done as if she was going to a grand function at a castle. I looked over to my step-dad Robert Grey he was wearing a black suit with a matching tie and matching black shoes. And a white rose in his coat pocket. Then I turned my attention to an elderly man who was in his late 60s. I knew him, he was an old drinking bubby of my Step-dad. He wore a similar black suit to my step-dad did with the white rose on his coat pocket. My step-dad and Mr. Ross looked like they were going to a wedding.

" sweetheart " mom's sugar-coated voice pulled me away from my thought. By the sound of her voice I know she's up to something and it's not going to be good for me. I smiled sweetly at her.

"angel you remember Mr. Ross my old friend " Robert added sweetly. They Both are being too sweet. Something's up.

"Hello, Mr. Ross" I greeted him with a smile.

" she is young, but not that beautiful. I mean, I paid two million for her. I was expecting to see some skin" Mr. Ross's words left me frozen on the spot. My heart was racing. My overactive imagination was running wild.

My mind screamed ' danger! Danger! Danger '

" what do you mean to paid for me " I screamed angrily at him

"love Mr. Ross is your with-be husband" I was left speechless

"yes baby doll he paid us two million so that he may become your husband "

" After today I will own you. You will belong to me. My slave " my parents smiled at his word

"ARE Y'ALL OUT OF Y'ALL BLOODY MIND. I'M NOT SOME OBJECT YOU CAN BUY AND SELL AS YOU WISH. I DON'T BELONG TO ANYONE. THIS MAN IS OLDER THEN MY FATHER FOR GOODNESS SAKE MOM. DO I REALLY MEAN THAT LITTLE TO YOU. I'M NO ONE'S PROPERTY AND SURE AS HELL NO ONE'S SALVE." I screamed at them as tears filled my eyes.

" BRITNEY" my mother screamed. If looks could kill. The look on my mother's face would not just kill me but buried me as well.

"I'M NOT MARRYING HIM. " as I let the tears rain down my face. This is the woman who promised to keep me safe from all danger. Is trying to sell me to an old and disgusting man

" BRITNEY I GIVEN LIFE TO YOU AND I WILL TELL YOU HOW TO LIVE IT. " she screamed angrily at me. As if I'm child that's not eating her veggies. I took a deep breathe trying to calm my emotions down. I'm not her I can't just throw all the values my father taught me.

" You may have given life to me. Yet you don't have the right to tell me how to live my life" I said in the calmness voice I possibly could. before storming out of the room