The King of Pop Is My Guardian Angel

My Father's Tragic Death*

It all started on my 8th birthday.........."So where you wanna go Sugarcakes?"My dad asked. It was an old nickname,don't judge. "Well...."I said,pausing to look around at all the shops. "How about that bakery." I pointed to the store conveniently called Sugar Cakes. "No problem,what do you want from there?"He asked wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "I dunno,I guess I'll see when we get in there," My dad's girlfriend walked behind us. My mom died in childbirth and my dad is just starting to date again. "Sam,you're spoiling that child."she whispered "Nicole,if you want me,then you'll have to want my daughter too."My dad said plainly. "Children are useless little assholes that use up your money for 18 years."She shot back. My dad turned around sharply and pointed his finger at Nicole's chest. "My daughter is not useless. If you think that about her,then I'm useless too." He paused for second. "You know what Nicole,I don't think this will work out. You should go." He turned,grabbed my hand gently and we kept walking to the bakery. I turned and stuck my tongue out at her. Nicole rushed behind us,fiercely grabbing my dad's arm. "You're going to pick that shitty excuse of daughter over me?!"she exclaimed. My dad nodded and turned to walk away. "Remember this Sam Robinson:You. Will. Pay."  We both shrugged and walked into the bakery. My dad bought me a giant cookie with a free teddy bear that came with it.

                                                        *the next morning*

I went into my dad's room to wake him up. He sat up in his bed,laying in a pool of his own blood. "Daddy!"I exclaimed. I shook him to see if he would wake up,but he didn't. I did what an average 8 year old would do,I called the police. After 8 years of being a daddy's girl,to have your father brutally torn away from you,it's just too much to bear alone. "Oh boohoo,your poor daddy's dead."Nicole said sarcastically as she stepped into the doorway. "Nicole,I fucking hate you!"I screamed in her face. She slapped me,and I punched her.Right.In.Her.Fucking.Jaw.She stumbled back,not expecting the strength I contained.  "H-How could you?He was all I had you fucking bitch!" There were sirens and Nicole hopped out the window. When the police arrived,I told them the whole story. Then,they called Nicole,and on the phone,she puts on the whole act.Crying and sniffling. All that bullshit. We went to court,and guess what? The bitch gets full custody of me. Lucky me!But that is the story of how my dad died. Oh well,no use on crying over it. Nicole was never found guilty and the weapon was never found. But no one would believe an 8 year old........especially if it was just a suspicion,no proof whatsoever. But I know deep down in my heart,it was Her.