The President's Daughter by David Dower (if you liked this book txt) 📕

was your week, electronically free?” My father asked, Thomas.

Thomas shrugged, looking down at his pasta. “It was good.”

“What about you, Alice? How is homeschooling treating you, again?” He asked, taking a mouthful of pasta.

“It was good.” I said, repeating my brother’s words.

My dad nodded his head in return, not asking anymore questions. The only sounds of our forks hitting the plate as we ate our pasta in silence.

My parents had arrived from England quarter to midnight yesterday. Ricky said that they were going to arrive home around eight. But, he was wrong so we had rushed home for no reason.

They wanted to have a family dinner, considering they haven’t seen us all week. My mom thought it would be a good idea for us to catch up. But, there was nothing more I wanted right now to go back to my room and creep boys on boys on twitter.

Our quiet dinner was interrupted when a guard rushed into the room looking a little frazzled. “I am so sorry for interrupting your dinner Sir.” He said, addressing my father. “But, there seems to be protests happening outside the gates.”

My father had stood up from his seat, looking at the guard quite confused. “Protests about what, exactly?” My father, asked.

The guard shook his head, “Not about what. About whom.”

“Can you explain further, Richard?” My mother asking, becoming interested with the situation.

“There’s a young boy outside, probably around the age of eighteen or nineteen. He is leading a protest with a group of teenagers outside. However, the protests are not of threat. They are quite the opposite actually.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well Sir, the protests are for your daughter.”

My eyes widened, as I almost choked on my pasta. All eyes in the room were now on me, “The protests are for me?”

“Why don’t you all come take a look?” The guard said, motioning for us to follow him.

My father quickly walked after him. Thomas and I looked at each other before quickly getting up and running after our father and the guard, with are mother in tow.

The guard led us to the living room window. It had a good view of the gates, he held the curtains away from the window to give us a good look.

My father went first, as Thomas and I quickly went beside him looking out the window as well. I saw exactly what Richard had described.

The protesters were holding up signs a few of them said protests for love. Others carried pictures of my face or either hearts which were broken.

“Alice do you know those people?’ My father asked, sounding quite agitated.

I shook my head, my eyes on the boy with the bullhorn. “Yeah.” I whispered, “That’s Gavin.”

I heard my mother let out a squeal from beside me. “The same Gavin who you have feelings for?”

“She has feelings for whom?” My father asked, but I ignored him staring at the boy who captured my heart.

I heard my father and mother mumble some things to each other. But, I had paid no attention, my eyes focusing only on Gavin.

“I will be right back,” I muttered turning away from the window and walking out of the room.

I heard sounds of feet hitting the floor, knowing that my parents were close behind me. “Where do you think you are going?” My father demanded.

I shook my head, grabbing my shoes of the rack and putting it on. “I am going outside.” I said, stating the obvious.

“If you think I am going to allow you to go outside and be with a boy who got you arrested you are slightly mistaken.” My father said, taking steps towards me.

I let out a snort, “Whose going to stop me? Because it is not going to be you.” I pulled open the door before my father had a chance to say anything as I ran outside.

“Alice!” He yelled at me.

I ignored him, as I continued to run for the gates. When I got there, I yanked on the gates.

I turned towards the guards, “Can you please open them?” I asked, desperate.

I heard my father’s voice once more. “Don’t let her out!”

The guards looked at me with sad eyes, “I am sorry.” One of them said to me. “We can’t, orders from your father.”

I turned back around to see my father making his way quickly with a few other guards and my mother behind him. He looked beyond mad, but it still doesn’t compare to the day I got arrested.

I let out a sigh, as I yanked on the gates once more.

I noticed Gavin in the middle of the crowd, talking to them through a bullhorn.

“Who do we want?” He yelled, into the bullhorn.

“Alice!” The crowd yelled back.

“And when do we want her?” Gavin asked, the crowd.

“Now!” The yelled once more.

A smile made its way onto my face once more. It was an amazing feeling to think he was doing this all for me. It showed that he really, truly, deeply cared about me and he was doing all of this to show me.

I was an idiot if I was going to let him out of my grasp once more.

I felt a tap on my shoulder as my dad was now behind me with my mother by his side. “What do you think you are doing?”

“Running after the guy I love. What else do you think I am doing?” I asked, sarcastically.

My dad raised his eyebrows, looking appalled. “Excuse me? The guy you love?”

“Yes, the guy I love. Now, let them open those gates now or trust me when I say I will never speak to you again.” I said, seriously.

Yes, I was aware that it was rude for me to do that to my father. Or even to speak to him like that in the first place, but when he was basically holding me as prison inside my own home. You are bound to have some sort of rebellion sooner or later. It was just that I was still in the process of my rebellion.

My dad opened his mouth to speak, “Evan.” My mother said, resting her hand on my father’s shoulder. “Let her go. She is almost eighteen and is wise enough to make her own choices.”

My father let out a snort, “Wise? She got arrested!”

I rolled my eyes, “Are we still onto that? Its in the past.”

“Evan, do you really want me to bring up the time you got-" My mother spoke, not before getting cut off by my father.

“Victoria, you promised that you would not speak of that again.” My father said, serious. He then turned to me, “Do you really love him or is this just infatuation?”

I looked back at the crowd who was still protesting a few feet away from us. I knew they could see us, however they couldn’t hear us. Giving them just another reason to yell louder.

“I wouldn’t lust after a guy I end up in prison with. After all, you know what they say ‘cell mates for life.’”

My dad just stared at me, no trace of amusement in his face. He looked back at the guards, “Open up the gates and let her out.” He said, signaling to them to open them up.

A grin made its way onto my face. All the rudeness that I gave my father a few minutes ago has now disappeared into thin air. I ran into him with my arms held out open, “Thank you.”

My father seemed shocked by my sudden move of affection, his hands wavered along my back before he wrapped them around me. “You know everything that I do is because I love you.”

I smiled, hugging him tighter. “I know, daddy. I know.”

Once I untangled myself from him, I walked outside of the gates. The protestors were protesting on the right side, considering the gates opened on the driveway.

A few people began to notice me as I made my way through the crowd in search of Gavin. The crowd started to quiet down as more people took notice of me.

A few seconds later, there was only one guy still making noise. The guy with the bullhorn, I smirked as I walked up to him tapping him on the shoulder.

“Why are you all-" Gavin asked, into the bullhorn before turning around coming face to face with me.

His eyes widened, as he looked at me in shock. “Alice?” He asked me, still speaking through the horn. “You actually came out?”

I cocked my eyebrow, “You expect me not to come out when you organized a protest for me?”

He shrugged, “I was winging it.”

I smiled, lowering the bullhorn. “You don’t need to speak through that. I am right here.”

Gavin gave me a sheepish smile, “Sorry.”

I smiled back at him, as I gave him a hug. He wrapped his arms around me, planting a kiss on my forehead. I heard the crowd as they awed.

“It feels so good to have you back in my arms.” Gavin said, whispering in my ear.

I smiled, “I feel the exact same way.”

We hugged for a couple of minutes. However, once I pulled away I was only to be pulled back with a kiss on the lips by my one true love.

I kissed back, before pulling away. The crowd awed once more, as I found myself buried in Gavin’s shirt. Embarrassed to say the least.

I felt a tap on my shoulder as I pulled away from Gavin, “Holly? Ben?” I questioned, shocked that they were here, nevertheless holding up signs like the rest of the crowd. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Helping a bud, out.” Ben replied, giving a nod in Gavin’s direction.

I raised my eyebrows, “Bud? When did this happen?” I asked, looking at the two boys.

“When Gavin came over to my house groveling about how you didn’t forgive him and how he needs help to get you to forgive him.” Ben smirked, amusement clear on his face.

I looked back at Gavin, “You sacrificed your ego, for me?”

Gavin touched my cheek, “I would sacrifice my life for you.” He said, smiling.

I heard a few forced coughs come from behind me, as I turned back around. I made eye contact with Holly, my first instinct was to question her to what she was doing here.

“Hey Alice.”

I stared at her with a blank look, “Hi.”

She didn’t say anything else and honestly it couldn’t have gotten anymore awkward than it already was.

“Hey Gavin, how about I introduce you to some of the guards?” Ben said, nodding his head towards the direction of the gates as him and Gavin swiftly left, leaving me alone with my cousin.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in Montana?” I asked, wasting no time to get to the point.

She scratched her nose, giving me a sheepish smile. “I am. But, I came back when Gavin called me up asking if I could come back to do this for you. He really loves you, you know?”

I nodded my head, my eyes drifting to Gavin. “I know.”

“But, that is not the only reason I came back.” Holly said, “Ali, you are my cousin. You’re family and to think that we are fighting over a stupid boy is crazy. If I was to recall you were the one who helped me with everything school, family troubles and even boy troubles. You are not only my cousin but you are my sister and I would not want to lose you. Especially for something so stupid. I am sorry and I hope you can forgive me one day.” Holly finished, giving me a small smile as she began to walk away.

I looked down at my wrist. I was wearing the charm bracelet that she gave me when we were ten years old. I knew that she noticed it because during her apology, she looked down at my hand.

She gave it to me when my father won the election. “Holly, wait!” I called out to her, chasing after her.

She turned around, lowering her sign. “I am so sorry,” I said, a tear slipping out from my right eye. A cue