Conservatorship

Chapter 1

Amanda stood on the beach gazing at the gulf of Mexico. Her shoulder-length straight blonde hair appeared puffy from the humidity, as she stared at the billowy white cumulonimbus clouds on the horizon which threatened to spread to shore. Sunglasses covered up her vibrant green eyes, resting upon her perfectly sculpted nose planted on a pretty face adorned with lush red lips. The subtle outline of her cheekbones were visible, as were her jawbones. She was gorgeous.
Men on the beach admired her tanned body. Standing at only 5’3, her slender legs made her appear taller from far away. She was a creamy bronze color. Her breasts were C cups, perfect handfuls of soft flesh. Her skinny arms and dainty hands dangled beside her slim waist. She had an hourglass figure, as her hips were pretty wide- although bony. Her stomach was incredibly flat thanks to her habit of long walks and occasional jogs. Her metabolism helped as well.
Amanda turned, and the group of men now saw her lovely ass. It was tight, round and gracefully bounced as she walked. It wasn’t huge by any means, but compared to her slim figure, it was impossible to miss. A single crease on each side separated her lovely bottom from her thighs. Her legs were also ever so slightly thicker than her top half, but she still sported a narrow thigh gap.
She made her way back to her towel and umbrella. There, she saw her phone vibrating, sending particles of sand bouncing around it. It was her father.
“You need to get to the hospital right now, it’s your grandpa.”
Amanda sprinted in her bikini, phone in hand, leaving everything else behind. She hopped into her car and immediately peeled out onto the street.

By the time she arrived, it was too late. Her beloved grandpa had passed. She was his only grandchild, and he had been her last surviving grandparent. At only 19, Amanda was devastated.
Her father drove her home, as she was too distraught to drive. She still lived at home, just her and her dad. They didn’t get along too well, but she was just a pizza delivery driver. She hadn’t saved up enough to move out yet.

That was about to change.

Amanda’s grandfather, her dead mother’s father, made nearly a billion dollars from his oil rigs. He left his entire estate, his mansion on the Alabama coast, all of his vehicles, and all of his money to Amanda.
“What!?!?” Amanda’s father, Ken, was enraged. “How is that fair? I was his emergency contact…” He couldn’t control his outburst, even in front of Amanda and the lawyer.
Amanda was clearly uncomfortable. She packed her belongings that night and moved into her mansion.

2 months went by, and Amanda was living her best life. She would never need to work again.
Meanwhile, her father was plotting and planning. His late wife, after her suspicious death in a car accident, had left him a decent chunk of change in her will. He had his own lawyer friend: Ray Cohen. The 2 met up for lunch and discussed their options.
“You know, there’s a way you can get all of her money. We just need to break her,” Ray spoke furtively.
“What do you mean break her?” Ken replied.
“It’s called a conservatorship. We just need to prove that she’s spending too much money. You still talk to her right?”
“She calls about once a week now. Doesn’t say much. I don’t think she’s pissing it all away, but she has a new boyfriend. I bet he’s gonna try and milk her.”
“Yes, that’s it! Offer the boyfriend some money to break up with her. Hell, I’ll even fund it. Then we’ll see if that causes her mental health to decline. We won’t need much evidence, you know me,” Ray beamed with excitement.

Wearing a trenchcoat and a fedora, Ken waited outside the apartment where he had followed Amanda’s boyfriend. He spotted the young man and whistled.
“Hey, I got a proposition for ya.”
“What’s that?” the man was confused.
“I got ten grand cash if you break up with my daughter.”
“Ten grand? You’re outta your mind. *** man, she hates you!” he turned and walked away.
Ken pursued. He grabbed the scrawny man by his shoulder, spun him around and put his bulbous fist up to the man’s nose. “You break up with her or you’ll never be seen again, dicksnot!”
“Alright alright… where’s the money then?”

A day passed before Ken phoned his daughter. She sounded miserable, as if she had been crying.

One month later


“Your honor, as we see here, the defendant is too young to handle such a fortune. She refuses to work, she only lays in bed and cries all day, sometimes goes for a swim. Last week, she was rescued by a witness who saw her attempt to drown herself. Saw her go under and she never came back up. She’s a risk to herself, so please, your honor, save this girl’s life and allow this conservatorship for at least a period of 5 years.” Ray was as convincing as ever.
Amanda’s lawyer’s arguments paled in comparison. It also didn’t help how Amanda had dated the judge’s son in high school, and she broke his heart.
“Alright, Amanda Watkins, I hereby declare you under the guardianship of Kenneth Watkins for the next five years, upon which a review will be commissioned to determine whether it will be prolonged or dismissed.” The judge slammed his gavel.
Amanda’s lips parted as her jaw dropped to the floor, exposing her straight white teeth. She screamed, basically threw a temper tantrum. That certainly didn’t help her case.

She was driven by cop car, handcuffed in the back, to her father’s house. Her father was now in control of her money and all of her activities. It’s as if she were grounded at 20 years old. She would not be free until age 25, and even then, she may not be freed.
The first night, after the policewoman led her into the house and removed her cuffs, Ken stared malevolently at his pretty daughter in his living room. “Sit down, let’s have a chat.”
Amanda nervously obeyed, planting her ass onto the sofa.
“So, new rules. We’re gonna start with total lockdown here, okay? You’re not gonna leave your room until you prove that I can trust you. I don’t want you running off now. Understand?”
Amanda tearfully scoffed in defiance. No words came out, she was too angry to speak.
“Now, you won’t be driving or anything but I will take you outside to shop if you behave yourself for a month. One whole month. Then another month after that, maybe we can go to the beach again.”
Amanda sat dejected, staring at her bare feet.
“Go on now, time to go to your room.”
Ken led Amanda to her 8x10 foot bedroom, her prison for the time being. He had already installed locks on the outside of the door and bars on the window to prevent her from escaping.
“This isn’t legal!!! It can’t be!!” Amanda was horrified at the sight of her new home. It was certainly no mansion.
Her brute of a father pushed her in and slammed the door shut. He had cut a rectangular hole in the door and installed a window to observe her. There she stood, crying helplessly, before collapsing to the floor. “Be right back with some dinner for ya.”
Ken had made chicken and pasta. He took her medications, lithium and seroquel, and crushed them up before mixing it in the pasta. He knew she would refuse to take them, but they had been prescribed after her “suicide attempt”.
He opened her door to find her sitting on the edge of her bed, feet on the floor, her head in her hands. He placed the plate on the floor. “Eat up,” he spoke sternly.
Amanda didn’t respond.
Ken shut the door, locked it and walked to his own bedroom.