I felt a sharp pain go in my side as it spread throughout my body quickley. I look up to see the man who sounded so familiar to me. My own father held a knife with my blood on it. "Surprise, Finley." he said with an eager smile on his face. I gasped as i felt tears going down my face. I felt the blood oozing from my side as it stained my clothes. "Why are you doing this?" i asked as i tried to move but was stuck. "Because you try living with that troubled little girl who saw who murded her mother." i looked at him in amazement. "Your the one that killed my mother." i felt anger build up in my chest as i screamed "you killed my mother you coward!" his facial expression went from anger to pure hatred. "You told me she died in a robbery gone wrong." i said as the anger died down and i started seeing stars and felt a little dizzy. "Well that was a lie just to get you to move on with your life, you were twelve." he said as he held the knife above his head swinging it around to where it looked like it was gonna fly out of my fathers hand at any time. "Ringgggg!" the phone went off. "You say a word and I'll cut you like your mother."
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One Last Call
De TodoTry finding out your own father killed your mother when you were 12...and now he's after you
