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I was working on paper work. Derek walked over to my desk. He tryed to kiss me but I pushed him away. "Go to work." I said. He looked at me weird. "Are you ok?" He asked. "I'm fine go to work." I said. He walked away.
I have been dissident with the team. Someone is trying to kill people I love and care about. I knew someone was in front of me. I looked up. It was the man trying to kill everyone I love.
He had a gun pointed at my head. I was not faded. The team was there watching. I got up slowly. "I'm not scared of you." I said.
He looked mad. "You should be." He said. "I'm not daddy." I said to my father. My father had a gun in his hand. He walked toward me. I shot my father in the leg. He fell down. I ran over and moved the gun away from him. "Next one goes in your junk if you move." I said.
He put his hand over his crotch. So did the boys of my team. I put cuffs on him. We got him so help with his leg.
After that Derek walked over to me. "Hey princess, are you ok?" He asked. "I'm fine. Just don't want to talk." I said. He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Really? It did not look like it when we were in there." He said. "You want to know. My father beat me seens I was 2 and call me a bitch and a hoe. I don't know what its like to have a man to not hurt me. I don't trust the men on the team. My dad beating makes it hard for me to trust the men I work with. I don't trust men!" I said.
