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ned, pouting as I put on my sneakers. I felt a pang of guilt for leavi

for my birthday," I

?" she asked, looking up at me with her big, cute puppy eyes which I

some snacks and my favorite book, just in case. You n

But my dad's expression turned stern, and he said, "I'm sorry, Evelyn,

, just maybe, my family was finally going to give me the love

d driving. "Dalia, I will see you tonight, don't forget t

ement. "Dad, where are w

on," he replied, his

ly a party for

e didn't want to ruin it. I love surprises. I haven't gotte

easy. But I trusted my dad, so I kept quiet. As I watched the unfa

you. Put it on." I squealed with delight, "Yay! New clothes!" I quickl

re?" I was tired of the

to me. For a minute I saw hatred and despair in hi

can't hate me. Blood don't hate. He loves me; if not

e but he has always provided for me. I mu

eel hungry and tired. "Dad, I am hungry

ticed a deep line of worry on his for

ad arrived, but then I saw three black

ck standing in front of our car. The atmosphere f

pening?" I asked,

to," he said, his expression

hey started talking. He gave my dad a briefcase and my

ard and dragged me out of the car. "Daddy, Daddy," I scream

ran to hide behind my dad. "Dad

his eyes cold and heartles

the briefcase and turned away, leaving m

ending and would come back to save

leave me; I won't disturb you and Mum again, please, Dad," I begged, but he

ged me out of the car threw me to the ground, and I scraped

with me? Why was

nally, but you will be very useful. You will be very taken care of

tinted cars. After a while, I was tied, gagged,

n. Nothing mattered to me any more than my survival. As I lay in the back

tter what. A part of me hoped that my dad would come back fo

was void and I was hollow. My dad e

pain as I was rolling and hitting my back and head

but it is a lie. Hate run

hate them all. I will make them pay- my