I wake up in an unfamiliar bed. The room had baby blue walls, a bed, a couch, and bathroom. The windows were screwed shut. The glass on the windows were fake. I have to take my time with this. This needs patience. I don't know how long I have before they actually decide to kill me but until then Ima focus on a plan.
While I start thinking of a pan to get me out of here, the door starts to open. I look up an see a man standing in the door frame.
"Get up and on your feet." He said in a dark raspy voice. He moved to the side and another man came in.
This time the man was tall. He had a great tan. His eyes were hazel and his hair looked like he just kept putting his hands through it. He wore a fitted suit. Through his shirt you could see an outline of his abs.
"HELLO. what do we have here? How old are you 10? You cant possibly be old enough to do harm." He said with a confused look.
His words hurt but I didn't let him know that. It only hurt because everybody thinks that but its not true.
"Actually I'm 16 and don't underestimate me. I said with a sharp but calm tone of voice.
I thought to myself as long as I keep my composure I should be fine. All of a sudden a sharp pain hit the side of my face bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Watch your tone little girl. I don't tolerate disrespect!" He said with venom all in his words. Then he went to the door stopped and turned towards me. " FraochÚn beag salach!" (Dirty little wh***) he said spitting towards me. Then he left.
I was alone. Alone again with my thoughts . I couldn't help but to think about what got me in this situation. Even though I was in a bad situation, knowing that my dad is most likely on his way makes everything better.
So a year ago i designed a new way of traveling for everyone. It's a compact motorcycle. Its a tin can. Kind of like how a bottle made for soup or hot chocolate looks. On The right side there will be a red button. You push that button and a reaction stimulates. It stimulates a mechanical formula that enlarges the motorcycle as it's emerging from the C.M.C (compact motorcycle can). There is a built in software that shrinks the motorcycle so its light and it can fit in the C.M.C.
Most people think my dad is a Heartless monster. That he just wants blood to be shed and that he doesn't care. Or that he thinks only about his self. none of its true. My dad put on a front bc he needed to be tough not that he wanted to be. He had to be cold and ruthless. He had to protect his family. He had to protect what was his.
From my perspective as his daughter it was different. I didn't get to really see that side of him. I got to see the happy, soft, sweet, kind hearted man I know as my dad.