The Package

The Start

The breeze crosses my face as I reach for the metal handle. The alleyway is empty and the brick is barely visible. The only light comes from the moon.

As I step through the glass door, the bell rings and a crippled man walks out to the front entrance.

"Hello, my dear." His smile sends chills down my spine and I shudder.

"Don't you dare call me that. I came here for one reason and one reason only. Give me the damn package," I snarl. He had no right to call me that anymore, and he knows it.

"Sorry, darling. Is that better?" His veiny hand reaches out to me. My thick hair is rustled by his slim fingers and I almost punch him.

"Give me the damn package. Now," I say through gritted teeth.

His hand retracts. Following him, he walks down a hallway and to a dark room. I have to remind myself that this man was once in my life. This man once loved me. I once loved him.

But now I can hardly look at his shallow face without getting close to killing him.

I have to remind myself that I'm doing this for my sister. 

We enter the room and his bony finger points to a dilapidated wooden chair in the corner of the room.

"Sit down." His voice crawls.

I cautiously take a seat, hoping the chair doesn't crunch beneath me. Although the room is almost completely dark, a light comes from the opposite end, where my father is standing. He doesn't even deserve to be called that anymore.

I cringe at the thought that I was once his princess, his pride and joy. There's not a chance in hell that he still loves me. Or maybe there is, and he just sucks at showing it.

Regardless, he still has the one thing that can save my sister, and I intend on getting it.