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Forty-Three.

Andree

The next morning we were in Philadelphia. Hernando requested that we take a quick stop and rest for a minute. So, I decided to pull over by a nearby gas station.

"We need to stop at a hotel or something," Greg said.

"We don't have time for all of that." I said as I walked into the gas station.

"Look, I know you really want to save her, but it's not that serious." Greg shook his head.

"It's not that serious?" I hissed. "Isamariá got kidnapped by the Ku Klux Klan, got dragged to Alabama, could possibly be dead and you're saying it's not that serious?"

I gave him the evil stare, then snatched the bag of chips off of the rack and walked up to the register. After I bought the chips, I angrily walked out of the gas station and to my car.

"Here." I handed Minnie the bag of chips.

"You're not going to eat anything?" Minnie asked.

"I'll eat something later." I said.

"You said that six hours ago." She frowned. "You need to eat something."

Greg walked out of the store and looked at me. I shook my head.

"I want to go to the airport." I said.

"To the airport?" Hernando laughed. "We should have went in New York! Why didn't you say that earlier?"

"I don't know." I shrugged. "But we need to go."

"Oh, so now you want to go to the airport." Greg growled.

"Look, I don't have time for your little bitch fits." I snarled. "If you're going to be like Money, then you can take a hike."

"I should have stayed home, because you're getting on my damn nerves."

"You shut the fuck up." I pointed at him. "You have two options. You can either get back in the car and shut up, or you can walk all the way back to New York. Your choice."

"Just get back in the car, man." Hernando chuckled.

"Are you sure you wanna go?" Minnie asked.

"Yeah," I said as I got into my car. "Let's go."

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Isamariá 

"Isa?" I heard someone say. "Isamariá?"

I groaned as I opened my eyes. And when I did, all I saw was white. I knitted my eyebrows together as I slowly got up. In front of me was a mirror. It was so tall it seemed perpetual. I looked at myself; My eyes were flaming red, and my big, curly hair was straight and long. My brown skin along with my face was glowing; I had no makeup on, nothing. I looked so pure, and to top it all off, I was wearing a long, white gown.

"What happened to me?" I gasped as I touched the mirror.

Suddenly, a grown man appeared behind me. He had brown skin like mines, and smooth looking dark hair. He was also wearing white.

"Daddy?"

"Isamaria." He smiled at me.

"Am I dead?" I asked. "Wow, look at you! You look exactly the same as I remember!"

I jumped up and gave him a tight hug. I couldn't believe I was seeing my father. I haven't seen him since forever. And, to actually get to hug him seemed so unreal.

"You're not dead." He said.

"But, I have to be." I said. "I'm with you."

"Why did you do this to yourself?" He asked.