For the past five years, I've loved him from afar. He became my awakening. My escape.
Being the daughter of a serial killer has never been unicorns and rainbows. I've hidden in the sea of criminals from a young age, waiting to strike at the perfect...
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After texting Marcos, I decided to call my father before the plane could take off. I'm sitting on the plane's chair when he picks up the call. He tells me about Marcos' reaction to my cryptic message. I roll my eyes. The boy is so dramatic when he wants to be. The conversation continues on. The co-pilot comes into the main cabin to tell they're ready for take off. I tell this to my father.
"Okay, honey. Have fun. Tell your sister I sent my regards," he says.
"Okay, dad. I love you," I reply.
"I love you too."
"And dad?" I continue on before I can hang up.
"Yes, Gennie?" He replies.
"Sorry not sorry about the clown doll," with those words I hang up before he replies back.
I place my phone on do not disturb. He tried calling me again. Not even two minutes later, a message comes in.
Donor🤡: What the fuck did you do?
Followed by a series of other messages, brightly showing that he's frustrated.
