Daisy jumped off the back of her father's pickup truck and skipped over to the door of their secluded mini-mansion. Opening the door, she paused as she heard faint screams for help. Shrugging it off as normal, she skipped into the living room, tossing down her bag for the help to get. Daisy stepped into the kitchen and walked foreard casually, stopping by the side of one of the help.
"Hi there! Can you make me a sandwich please?" she tugged on the sleeve of the young woman, causing it to slide down. Daisy gasped at the criss crossing swollen lines covering the woman's arm, stumbling backwards into a cabinet, causing a glass to fall in break.
The woman mouthed an aapology and rushed to clean the mess up.
"No, no that's okay!" Daisy touched the woman's back but she flinched hard and cowered away from Daisy.
"What was that sound?" Daisy's father stepped into the kitchen scowling.
"That was nothing!! I was just clumsy! I'm so sorry!" Daisy blustered.
"Nonsense, sweetheart. You didn't do anything. 918490, come with me now!" He turned to the woman and snarled, before leaving the kitchen with the woman scurrying behind him.
Brushing this off, Daisy ran upstairs and opened her bedroom door, stopping as always to kiss her fingers and brush them over the photo of a cheerful looking woman hugging a little girl that hung on the inside of her door. "Hi, mother. My tenth birthday is in a month. Don't miss it!"
Lying back on her bed, Daisy sighed, looking up at the ceiling, tracing the cracks with her eyes. Slowly, she began to feel drowsy, and soon enough, she was fast asleep.
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Not For Sale
Teen FictionDaisy has always known that her father did something secret for a living. But she never knew to what extent he did such secret things. Everything is normal in her life, when suddenly she begins to feel a curiosity grow inside her and she decides t...
