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•Iris•

I sat In my hospital room waiting for my fathers arrival. I twiddled my thumbs, watched some tv, and I played some games on my phone.i checked the time on my phone.

-2:40-

'When was he going to get here? I'm starting to get a little anxious.' I thought to myself.

As if on cue, my father walked through the door. "hey baby girl." he said, holding his arms out for me to hug.

"Hey daddy." I said, sounding more childish then usual. I wrapped him into my slender arms. "I missed you." I said, still using the same tone.

"I missed you too cici." my dad replied, using one of the old nicknames he gave me.

My birth name is Cicilia. but I changed it to Iris. it bothers my dad that I changed it, so he still calls me cici.

"I already checked you out so we're ready to go when you are." my dad said loosening his grip on me.

" ok daddy. let me just   say good bye to someone and ill be ready to go." i said sweetly.

as we walked out of the hospital, i flipped off the dumb hag at the front desk. "suck my dick you bitch." i told her, followed by an evil laughter. she was a bit taken back. she held her hand to hr heart, as if she was offended. 

' stupid bitch.' i thought as we walked out of the crummy hospital.  

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as we pulled into the drive way. we saw police cars surrounding our small house. my dad ran up to one of the men. he was younger looking. and quite attractive. he looked about 21 or so. 

" what the hell is going on. where is my wife?!" my father yelled bluntly at the man. 

" sir, were gonna need you to calm down. your wife called us and is now trapped in the house with a wanted killer. we do not know her condition. but over the phone she sounded as if she had suffered a major abdominal wound." the man said.  my father stepped back and held his head down. 

"let me in my house." he said sturnly. my father has never used this tone before. 

'did he really care that much about my mother?' i thought as i snuck under the yellow caution tape. everyone was way to focused on my fathers attemps to get past the men to even notice what i had been up to. 

i dug my hands into my pocket. remembering that i had placed the weird medical tool in there. i quickly retreived it. i quickly looked it over before throwing it back into my pocket. 

' why cant i just drop this stupid thing back into the grass? its not like it had any special value to me.' i thought.

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