[ mentions: kidnap ]
amira had always loved riding her bike down the streets of santa barbra with her father. the two always did it together each day after school. her father was a teacher at her local middle school and he loved his job. he couldn't wait to be able to teach his daughter once she hit sixth grade, but for now, she was only in the first grade.
"how was your day, dad?" she'd ask as the secured their helmets.
"mine was good, honey. how was yours?" he smiled at his daughter as he swung his leg over the bicycle.
"great, i had a great day!" her dimples appeared on her small cheeks, the ones that her mother gave her and her father adored.
"what'd you learn today?" the two set down the driveway, on their way to their favorite ice cream shop that he took her to every-so-often.
"well, we didn't do much today because the teacher had an emergency and one of the office ladies had to come sit with us while we finished our worksheets. then she said we could play on the jungle gym, so we did that. after we ate lunch and someone came to talk to the office lady," mr. wood nodded his head as he peddled next to his daughter. "i think something bad happened to mrs. sharp. i hope she's okay, she was supposed to have a party on friday." the girl frowned in despair for the beloved teacher.
"i'll have to call and ask what happened, i'll let you know when i do. okay?" they took a turn into the parking lot with the little shack all lit up, a favored sight of amira's.
"okay, thank you, daddy."
"you're welcome, sweetheart. now, let's go get ice cream!" she squealed with excitement as her father helped her put her bike into the rack. the two walked into the ice cream shop and the aroma of sweet cream and espresso filled the air. "do you know what you want, mira?" he asked as they got in line behind two other parties.
"hmm, i'll have.. i don't know! there are so many options!" she peered up at the tall man, then at the lit-up sign with the flavors listed. "what are you gonna get?"
"i'll probably get the watermelon sorbet." he bent down and lifted his daughter onto his shoulders so she wasn't in the way of the flowing traffic of the shop as it was a warm spring day.
she giggled at his actions before deciding on a flavor, "i'll try the butter pecan one."
"okay, we'll eat it and then ride home because i have work to do."
half an hour later, the two were pulling into their driveway with smiles on their faces. amira and her father had always been the most stable and closest relationship in both their lives. amira's mother left when she was only two years old which left her father to fend for himself and his daughter. he didn't have much family in the area at the time either, and even if he did, they didn't support his life decision of having a child before marriage. therefore, he chose his girlfriend and daughter over his brothers and parents. the girlfriend was a mistake, but the daughter part wasn't.
"that was fun, thank you for taking me out." there were those dimples again, the ever-so-loved dimples.
"you're welcome, baby." she handed him her helmet and he hung it on the wall next to his. "glad you had fun." he lifted his bike and placed it upon a hook on the wall for storage purposes.
"can i play in the sandbox?" she asked as he lifted her bike above his head like he did for his.
"yeah, just make sure you be careful with how close the road is." she nodded and headed to the sandbox they had in their front yard as her father went inside to call the school to find out what happened earlier that day.
"yes, it's amira wood's dad. i'm calling to see what happened at school today? she told me that mrs. sharp had to leave early because of an emergency, and i was wondering if you could tell me what caused that?" he asked the lady on the phone with sympathy for the woman that taught his daughter and for her situation. "her daughter got k-kidnapped?" just as the word left his body, a bloodcurdling shrill frightened the man. everything felt as if he were in water, he was running to see what happened and in the process dropped the phone. everything felt as if it were in slow motion. "mira?!" the man cried at the top of his lungs. he repeatedly called her name before running out the front door and still didn't see her there. "mira, this isn't a game! where are you?" frantically, he searched before realizing she was gone. someone had taken her. someone had taken his precious, sweet baby girl.
you have mail!
it's finally here, more
to come. hehe hope
you enjoyed it and it
helped you have an insight
on the relationship her
and her father have.
sorry if this was confusing
at all.
- rhyann 10:47 4.8.19
- rhyann 15:51 4.8.19
