You think I'm so in love?

Checkpoint

Francesca "Freezy" Tulip

I've never had to question my freedom, as I little kid I've always been free to go wherever I pleased, even in my adult life. And now to see it being taken a way from a family member?

That's not sane.

I've figured out its my father, the green eyes told it all. A story I'm used to. A story of my corrupt childhood.

I've been trapped in this house for a day now. I know it's too early to determine if anybody is looking for you or not but I have come to conclusion that I'll be here for the rest of my life.

I'll die along but hey everyone is brought into this world alone. So it's the norm.

I rested my head against the blue window ceiling waiting for my death sentence. Face the lightly brown door waiting for my father to enter with a knife an slit my throat. Or better yet with a gun the suffering would be cut to a minimum.

Well then again it would depend on where he shot me.

The lightly brown door creeped open revealing a tall man who walked with a limp with green eyes and a face that was all to familiar. He hadn't worn his mask with meant he was comfortable with me.

I am his daughter anyways.

"Francesca how are you feeling?" He questioned while sitting down beside me.

"Fine just fine father." I reply with a lack of emotion. I wasn't tied up and I know my way out of the house but I'm very passive to this situation.

I know I'm going to die here and I'm not even going to try and fight it. "All I want to know is how I ended up here?" I spoke causing him to stop his starring.

"Well you don't remember..?" He almost asking in a jokingly tone. "Your 'friend' Taylor dear." He shook his head.

My friend Taylor brought me to this hell hole? I sighed and hung my head low. I'm the dumbest shit head on the face of this planet. Why would I befriend someone who hated me in high school and even slept with my..

Before the words escaped from my lips I made a bee line to the door, shutting and locking it. There's no way he will ever get out. The lock is on the other side of the door.

Smart plan until you're the one in doom.

I re jog my memory of the house, running down the hall as a little kid and making a a sharp left and the door!

I followed my memory and do as remembered. The door was there and it happened to be unlocked. An unlocked door? Bull shit and I know it. Quickly peeking out the window sure enough Taylor is smoking a cigar out front leaning on a truck.

I can't believe her, well actually I can. I take the back route exiting the back door and running for the hills. I know my way around this forest.

Whenever my father showed up at the house when I was younger he'd take my here when my mother was at work. I didn't know he wasn't suppose to take me anywhere, I was a little kid who enjoyed seeing my father until I grew of age to see how twisted he was.

I made it to a road nearby and a familiar car drove by. Not an all black tinted Range Rover but a white Bentley Mulsanne. The same car Travis has.

The car stopped and came back to where I was walking. The owner of the car rolled the passenger window down and sure enough it was my Prince Charming.

"Damn you gorgeous." He smiled showing off his grill. At first it caught me off guard but it was a turn on.

"Don't you get in that car!" My fathers voice rang in the background causing me to stand still I've always listened to my father even when he was in the wrong. I had nothing but trust in him until his bad side spiraled out of control.

I looked to my left and no one was their. So was it my imagination? I don't know but I damn sure wasn't going to dwell on it. I hopped into the passenger seat locking myself in.

"Drive drive!" I semi scream as Travis stepped his foot down on the gas. We sped off down the road with not worries in the world. I was beside my knight and shining armor as he sat beside his queen.

I glanced over at him as he was focused on the road, where would I be without you Travis.

Kish Flex

Finally after hours of driving we made it to a house out in the woods. A familiar face stood outside smoking a cigar. "Isn't that Fran friend. She just went out to the bar with her a couple days ago."I suggest.

"Let's smoke her." Los added.

"We have to ask her where Fran is first dumb asses." I swear they needed me. We hopped out of the truck and surrounded around the little skinny white girl. She didn't seemed to phased.

"Where's Francesca?" Anger laced in my voice.

She looked up at me and spat in my face. She just disrespected me. "Go in the house and find her Spooky and Los. I'll handle this piece of trash."

I take out my knife and shove it into her mouth making her jump at my forwardness. "You like that flavor bitch?" I taunt as I grab her neck pushing her back onto the leaves.

"You should have never spat in my face." I take the knife out of her mouth and jab it into her neck over and over again. "You weren't that pretty anyway."

I dust myself off and hear multiple gun shots. I follow the noise after I cock back my hand gun. I enter the house and follow the trial of blood going up the steps.

Wait something not right why would the blood be going up the steps.. If anything they'd be going down the steps. I turn on my heels but it's to late.

My chest was met with two bullets.

Making me hit my head on the wooden floor. I drew my gun before losing wind in my chest taking it off safety and shooting at my attacker. Making his body collapse onto the floor a few inches away from me.

Checkpoint.