Chapter 3

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Annabelle's POV

When I got home my mom was in the floor weeping and her eyes where swollen
"Mom what's wrong? Where is dad?"
"Your father... Is... Dead.." She said in between gasps and tears.
"What happened? How?" I asked using my whole gut to stay here next to my mom instead of running upstairs and crying.
"He was murdered and so was scooter." Scooter was my dog, he was a golden retriever I got for my birthday 4 years ago. My throat clogged with the noises I was going to make when I started to cry, I tried to swallow the tears but I couldn't, I just started to cry and cry more remembering I won't get a hug from my dad because some cold hearted person killed my kind father. I wish I could seek some sort of revenge.

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2 days later

My dads funeral was awful, it was so sad watching the people gather around and then as you try to get a hold on your feelings someone says "I'm so sorry for your loss." I mean the thought is so sweet but I wish they didn't say it every time you walk by, know what i mean? At school I stopped trying, I won't ever ditch a class I just don't try in the class, I space out and remember my dad and what we used to do together, somehow I pass the tests. 3 weeks have gone by sense my dad mysteriously died and school ends next month. I was counting down the days until the end because then I can try finding out what happened to my dad.

Genii's POV

I saw a girl walking down the sidewalk around the graveyard, she looked like that man I killed some time ago. I laid down a tracking device that was invisible and would click to the bottom of her foot through her shoe and I can command her to do anything I want. This one I'll spare but only to become my slave she stepped on it and I cracked a evil laugh, I'm still working on it. "I'll see you later." I whispered and in a flash I left for where I was going to see her next

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