The martinis are dry and strong. The phone rang a countless amount of times. She refused to answer the phone. When she finally picked up the screams of her maid came through the phone like boulders. As she drove past her fathers body guards, there stood behind them her fathers jet black range rover, with shot out tires and too many bullet holes to count. She felt the tears run down her face with a slight burn. Her heart seemed to stop at a quick halt. You could see the horrified look on her face, and her eyes filled with so many emotions fear, hurt, and hope. But the first thing that came to her mind when she saw the car was when she walked out of the house earlier that morning she forgot to say “ I love you dad”.
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