I cannot believe this is happening to me.

Oh, what, you ask? Just another day of my pathetic life. But today is different, only because I'm positive it absolutely cannot get any worse.

You see, my father is a little...protective. And obsessive, annoyingly so. He just can't give me a break! Honestly.

My name is Arianna. I am an 18-year-old girl, with my mother's blueish eyes and my father's coppery hair. If you haven't guessed already, I am, unfortunately, Arianna Marie Grey, the daughter of the oh-so-mysterious-enigmatic-mercurial-billionaire Christian Grey. My mother, Ana, is almost, almost, alright. She can sometimes be okay, manageable even, but then she goes on her tangents about how wonderful and, (ew), sexy my father is. They've been at it for a while. If they think I can't hear the noises they make at night, seriously. The walls in this Seattle studio apartment are curiously, shamelessly thin.

The two lovebirds met when my Mom was graduating college. Incidentally, she and my father are making me begin my Freshman Year at Washington State University in the fall, following in her footsteps.

Anyway, back to how hopeless my life seems at the moment. I'm going on a date tonight. But like I said, my father is ridiculously possessive, overprotective, all of the creepy, stalkerish traits; you name em, he's got em. For one thing, he's always yelling at me to clear my plate, whether I'm hungry or not. Even when I'm not particularly enjoying the meal. It's weird. For another, he always, always finds a way to make whoever I'd like to go out on dates with cancel. He's got shittons of cash, my idiot Dad, so I'm nearly positive he pays all of my...suitors off, so they never have the opportunity to see me again.

No matter how many times I try to argue and prove that I am actually old enough to date guys, my father seems to think his points are irrefutable. It's infuriating. He's always had this complex, apparently, as my mother attests to it. I don't know how the fuck she's put up with him for this long. If I were her, I would have ditched him the second I noticed his odd behavior. But then again, that is the difference between me and my dearest mother. I am sane, and she is not.

I yell and yell that my Mom was only a few years older than me when she met my Dad and was introduced to all sorts of freaky shit. Oh, don't kid yourself. I know all about it. They've tried to hide their odd...habits from me, but I walked into this lovely little place we have...walls painted bloodred, chains and shackles all along the walls...when I was eight and my daddy was away on a business trip. I am not one to have heart-to-hearts with my parents, so I looked up everything on my fancy computer that Daddy bought his doting daughter when she turned 7, a gift for not being the most wonderful father, I know now. He's got this habit of buying things for the people he cares about to overcompensate for the fact that he is a shit father, husband, brother, son, whatever. Just shit. Anyway, I became educated in the whole BDSM thing by the time I was ten, and my parents have trouble hiding their little...escapades from me. I assume they've given up by now.

But the boy I'd like to see tonight is different. I really like him. I don't understand why my father is so hell-bent on preserving my innocence. He doesn't seem to realize that I am 18, a woman, now, legally. Fuck, my father is so controlling, it makes me want to break through the walls of his swanky ass apartment. Sure, this place is mine too, but it's never felt like mine. Whatever. I just want to go on one date with this ONE boy, and have my parents be okay with it. Jeez, it's not like I'm going to go off and get knocked up or something. My family has been able to have their fun...

Little do Mr. and Mrs. Grey know, I'm about to get the fuck out of here and have some fun of my own. Laters, baby.