It's not fair.

I didn't tell anyone what happened that dreadful day. To the world, it was a freak accident that one of the richest people in Los Vegas was found dead in his bedroom.

No one knew I did it. They never did. To this day they believed it was one of Dad's many enemies that poisoned him.

But on the other hand, they didn't get to know how much of a shitty person he was and how much he deserved it.

"What?" Dad spat as my little sister dared to mutter his name. He moved the phone away from his ear.

"Could I go to Anna's house?" My sister asked. Dad rolled his eyes.

"Just get out. I'm doing something important." He lifted the phone back up to his ear as the door shut and my sister ran off.

I flinched as I felt something tightly constrict around my stomach.

"Oh, sorry dear. Too tight?" A woman said. I nodded and she loosened the measuring tape wrapped around me. It was for a new modeling partnership. Dad was on the phone with them right now. The woman was just getting my measurements to find the right size for the shoot.

He walked over with the phone pressed against his shoulder and looked down at the measurement the woman was writing down.

"Is that going to be written on the advertisement?" He asked. The woman nodded. Dad took the measuring tape and put it around my stomach. He yanked it tight and pitched it together at the back. It hurt.

He finally released it with his finger on the number. He showed it to the woman. "Put that instead. He'll fit." He said, walking off again on the phone. The woman sighed and did as instructed before packing up her things in a little box. I said thank you, put a t-shirt on and left the room. Dad was too absorbed in the phone call to notice that no one else was in the room anymore.

I wandered around the halls for a while before going to the kitchen. Dad hired a staff to make meals for us, but no one was there at the moment. I snuck to the fridge and grabbed an apple then went over to the sink and washed it. Before I took a bite, someone took it from my hands.

One of the staff stood next to me. They put the apple back in the fridge and came back. He held a paper out to me. I already knew what it said. It was a list of when and what I was allowed to eat. Dad always gives me something like this for the days leading up to a photoshoot.

"May I remind you of your father's requested dietary restrictions?" The staff member said. "You're not allowed to eat until 8 A.M tomorrow morning. The breakfast you had this morning covered all of your calorie intake for the day." So three pancakes... I grabbed the paper and stuck it in my pocket.

"He has also asked for you in his office." I rolled my eyes. He couldn't have said that when I was already in his office?

When I got back up to Dad's office, he was now sitting in his leather chair behind his desk. He looked up from his computer at me as I walked in but then right back down at it.

"You'll be going over to the studio tomorrow for the shoot. I'll have one of the bodyguards bring you over." He said. I nodded as I sat in a chair. I picked at my nails. When I first started, Mom would always come with me to make sure I was comfortable. I'm not very fond of a bunch of old people yelling at me to pose a certain, uncomfortable way without being able to speak up against them. Even after Mom left dad, I'd text her if I had photoshoots so she could come and make sure no one was making me do something I didn't want to. Dad blocked her number from my phone and searches through it every few days. So, there goes that. Even when I can text or call her, I don't get a response anymore.

"I've also got in contact with another company," Dad grabbed a magazine and slid it across the desk to me. I flipped it open but immediately shut it again. The people inside were wearing little to no clothing.