Gun To My Head

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Inside they sat next to me with a gun at my head.  I wondered why my father did not kill me or would he?  I knew my father did not care for me.  To him I was like a trophy.  Just to show off.  But I never thought he might kill me or have someone else do it.  As we drove away the gun was still pointed at me.  They kept going in circles so no one could follow us.

I was thinking I guess my father did want to see me.  But why not call me?  Because he knew I never much carry a phone with me, but he wanted me to.  

We finally came to my father's house and the sky was dark.  This is his headquarters/my home.  I was handcuffed and the gun was still pointed at me.  There is a new man and his name is Ricky.  With dark curly hair and eyes of blue.  With tattoos on his body and you can tell he is very mean.  That is the way I see him.

They led me downstairs where two guards was at the door.  I had never seen them before.  They were big and looked like the devil.  Most guards did not know me because my father keeps me in a room away from everyone.  With only trusted members.  They did not follow me last night for some reason.  


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