She could vaguely hear the sirens of police cars and an ambulance blaring through the quiet night air. The only other sounds were the people of the urban city mumbling about the scene in front of them and the police trying to get the crowd under control. No cars were driving by because the road had been closed off and it was unusual to have the city so quite even during the night. Several reporters were trying to get footage of the bloodbath. The only reason they really cared was because she was involved. The story they got was quite vague because of restrictions they had to put up. She was a minor therefore without guardian consent she was not allowed on the report. The story they told was three people were murdered, two seriously injured and one… Well, they said she was fine, but really she had changed for the worst.
The police didn’t have to do a very thorough investigation because A.) both murders had killed each other. B.) Most witnesses were in intensive care. C.) They had a pretty good idea what had happened once they had heard who was involved and D.) They didn’t care. The one person they cared about had been left physically unharmed and seemingly no trauma had been caused. They cared about her because she was the daughter of a rich and powerful; diplomat and they wanted to keep him happy or all else would go up in flames by his hands. Now, ‘they’ doesn’t only refer to the police. ‘They’ refers to every student, every parent, every teacher… Every citizen of that little town in Iowa was frightened by that powerful man. No matter who you were or what you did, if you lived there, you lived by his rules. Therefore the fact still stood that that young girls’ father was almighty; that young girls’ father was my father… And that young girl was me. My name is Robin.
That day I had lost a friend, a family member a potential boyfriend and a man my father had despised and that man was Michael. He was all those things to me and then he was gone.
