Pearl
A couple of days had passed. I just woke up from a terrible nightmare that my father had been murdered by Murray. I am going to save him no matter what. I do morning hygiene as fast as possible and wear I wear a white hoodie, black ripped jeans, white Converse and a blue denim jacket. I sneak into Conrad's room and see a stand with a huge amount of fucking Propofol.
"Yes, I'm giving this to him today.", I hear him say in the phone.
I quickly hide behind the drawers and continue spying on him.
"Yes, 40 milligrams of his 'milk'.", he says.
I jump.
"Are you spying on me, Pearl?", he yells.
"I'm Miss Jackson, that's first. Second, what the fuck did you just say? 40 milligrams?", I yell.
He doesn't answer but he gets out and locks me on. I knock on the door so loudly but nobody opens. Isn't there any fucking person in the house who's in a good mental state?! Damn! Ahhh! My father is dying today. I can't. I will save him though.
"Conrad fucking dickhead Murray!", I yell.
No answer.
"You bastard!", I yell louder.
No answer.
"Michael Joseph Jackson!", I yell.
Still no answer.
My life is fucked up right now. I keep crying. No I can't cry now! I need to save him. I have an idea.
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Birth Father
FanfictionPearl, a 14 year old girl lives a normal teenage life with her parents. She dances, plays soccer and listens to music. Until one time her doorbell rings and knows the hidden news. There may be explicit language!!!
