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Daisy
"C-Clark?"
I felt my body tremble at the thought of him. I wasn't sure how to feel. I wasn't upset with him for what he did, and I was grateful for him to some extent... but he did take advance of my innocence at a very vulnerable point in my life.
"No... try again."
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Is he playing a joke on me?
"Mother always did say Clark and I sound alike over the phone."
The phone vibrated as the man erupted in a deep laughter.
"Mother? .....Detective Bundy?"
I pulled the phone an inch or two away from my ear as he laughed harder.
"You still think I'm a detective? Such a naive girl you are, Daisy. I'm a lawyer. Not a detective."
Michael was right.... but, why didn't I believe him when he tried to tell me? I'll tell you why, because Clark had my trust. More than Michael at one point.
"How'd you—?"
"I've been looking for you for the past year, babygirl." He spoke with a hint of amusement.
"Looking for me?" I frowned. "Why?"
"Daisy Gibbs... I have a warrant for your arrest forthe murder of Clyde Gibbs."
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"You might wanna make your way back to Encino, California, darling. Or you will be arrested for murder of your father.... oh, and Clark told me to tell you he'd pay for me to be your lawyer. Let us help you, Daisy.... see you soon."
And with that, the phone went silent.
All I could hear was my heart rapidly pounding against my chest. My eyes began to burn with tears and everything began to get blurry.
The door slowly creaked open as Michael walked through with two book bags in his hands. He paid me no mind as he focused on trying not to drop anything as he stuffed the key card in his back pocket.
I stared at him, shock still consuming my emotions as I looked indifferent.
What do I say?
"Princess?"
I slowly looked at him and he was now standing in front of me.
"Are you mad at me for somethin'?" He gave me puppy dog eyes as he reached for my hand.
I quickly blinked away the tears that threatened to escape as I took a deep breath.
"We need to leave." I spoke almost inaudible as I looked off into the distance.
"But... we just got here—."
"We need to go back to Encino..." I interrupted.
"I thought you didn't want to go back." He spoke softly.
I looked up at his big brown eyes as he looked down at me in confusion.
"Michael... they think I killed my father...."
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