𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘

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"Excuse me? C-could you help m-me? I've lost my d-dad and I need help finding h-him..." I sniffed at looked up at the girl. "P-please?"

"Of course!" She smiles at me, and stands. "Where did you last see him?"

This one was kind. The other girl wasn't. She hit me. She was mean.

I took this nice girl's hand and took her along the path and behind the bush, just like dad had said to.

"He...was last h-here..." I stopped, because I saw dad behind her. He ran towards me and scooped me up.

"Jack! Where did you disappear to?" He said, hugging me tight. Looking like he really, really loved me. Then, he turned.

"Who are you?" Dad asked, placing me on the ground.

"I...I just wanted to help him find you. I'm sorry if I caused any inconvenience. I was only trying to help..." I watched the girl's face. She looked scared. It didn't suit her. Maybe beacuse of her eyes. They were bright, as bright as the ocean when the sun beams down. As bright as a young child's face when given a very big lollipop.

"You helped him? Thank you so much! How can I repay you?" My dad tapped his chin, pretending to think. "Ah! I know! Come with me!"

The girl looked back at me. I nodded, to show my dad wasn't playing with her. She followed him, and so did I. I wasn't ACTUALLY going to loose my dad.

We walked down a small, closeted path, which lead to my dad's van. White and menacing. He opened the door and beckoned the girl inside. She shook her head and spun around.

"I don't think so," my dad grabbed her and put a greasy hand to her mouth, sealing it shut. As he pulled her into the van, I saw something in her eyes.

It was overwhelming, not making her eyes bright. The turquoise gems they once were turned into bluey storm clouds, darkening when they saw me. Some could say anger, because of my betrayal. But her face was scared, her eyes were stormy and she was trying to escape. I knew exactly what expression was mirrored in the two of her eyes. The expression of many girls, young women I helped murder, so many.

Hurt.

And I was going to see it again very, very soon.

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