before they find lila----------
So she didn't turn up the next morning like she said she would so we headed to New York. On the plan, the was a man next to me looking anxious. Then I took in his features.
He looks just like Lila.
" I'm are you related to Lila black?" I confront.
his head snaps over to me with eyes wide.
"yes I am do you know Lila?" he asked.
I nod, " yes we are actually going to look for her, she went to New York yesterday and didn't come back." you could te in my voice that I was worried.
The man looked at me concerned.
"wait how are you related to Lila?" I interject before he could say anything.
"I'm her dad" he blunts out.
I stare wide eyed and mouth opened." no her dad died in a car crash"
he sighed, eyes full of sorrow, " I had to fake it to her, so that I could lead my old gang away, so she wouldn't get hurt or have to go through that. That didn't work out because they have her now"
I was enraged. " she went through a hell of a lot more when you were faking your death than what she would have gone through if you didn't fake it! It broke her to know you died, she had to deal with a mom that hated her and didn't love her until she saw her mom with a knife through her chest. She resulted to street fighting because she can't handle everything! Then she doesn't know if you really loved her and she thinks she can't trust anyone because she will only end up getting hurt! " I didn't realize I was crying because I was distracted by the tugging at my heart, knowing that Lila had to go through all that.
he looked heartbroken and sorrowful," I didn't mean for that to happen, I love her so much but I would understand if she hates me. I'm heading to New York now, to save her from my old gang."
"we are coming with you, we care about her too and I really like her, she's broken but she's so strong, independent, nice, funny, beautiful, caring and so much more. I'm not letting her go and get hurt any more." I say with passion.
he looks at me with admiration." if she doesn't have me back after this please take care of my little girl"
"always" and with that we were off to New York.
we are coming Lila
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Teen FictionHi I'm Lila Black I am seventeen my dad died when I was thirteen my mom was a drunk and hated me and I lived in a crummy town and no one messes with me. My mom was found with a knife through her chest by suicide and now I have to live with a family...
