Madison's POV
"Maddy, Kenzie. You girls should get down here. Your dad is home"
Yay but can he leave?!
I heard Kenzie's room door open with force.
Of course she'll be excited to meet him. After all they are birds of the same feather
I sluggishly walked downstairs.
Getting there, the sight before me would have been touching if I didn't know this monster.Kenzie and Dad were hugging tightly while Mum stood beside them grinning from ear to ear.
I just stood by the stairs and stared at them.
I really wished for a happy family but not all wishes are answered.
In my case, do you know why?
Well it is because my father is a mafia leader
He runs a travel agency as a disguise so he won't be caught.
My family lives in fear because of his blood sucking job.
He would rather sacrifice our lives for the money he will earn from his useless mob.
"My little Maddy, come give Daddy a hug" he grinned.
His devilishly handsome face smiled at me, his arms wide open for me to receive.
For me to receive...
For me to receive...
For..me..to.. receive.....
It kept ringing in my head.
The same hands he had used to end innocent lives.
Those same hand were outstretched to me.
I stared at it.
I could see blood dripping from his hands.
My eyes trailed it as it fell to the ground.
Everywhere had blood stain.
It all came together..
It formed a human.
It stood up and cried out for help
I stared in horror.
"Maddy, why are you staring that way? Your Dad is waiting for you."
I shifted my gaze to my Mum then back to the blood human but there was nothing there
I checked the floor but it was clean.
I then looked at my Dad again.
He still had his arms wide open, and smiling.
I'm pretty sure it's beginning to hurt.
"Why are you acting like a brat? Dad is waiting for you" Kenzie said
Mum nudged her.
I gulped as I stared at him.
I walked
A step
Two steps
Three steps
Four steps
Five steps
Six steps
Seven steps.
I stopped.
I was here.
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