If POSSESSIVENESS is the outcome of true LOVE then ANGER is the outcome of true CARE.
But very few realize it...
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"If something happens to the property, the mafia is to be eliminated."
My jaw dropped, listening to the male's harsh words.
"If...
My head was pounding. I could feel the vibrating rhythm in my ears and it annoyed me to the level where I eventually squinted my eyes open.
I closed them again.
Recalling the events from before I came to the conclusion that I had been kidnapped. However, the ceiling didn't look like the one of an old, spooky basement.
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It was the ceiling I had been looking up to for around seventeen years. The white, wooden ceiling.
Squinting my eyes together, I figured my brain had played some twisted tricks on me. Did it want me to feel all those tutoring emotions again just to bug me?
I decided to open my eyes again and surely, this was my old bedroom, in the house I lived in not quite long ago.
I propped myself up and rested my weight on my elbows to look around the room.
'Almost everything looked the same.'
A sickening feeling made itself noticeable in the pit of my stomach, but I decided to swallow it down and pushed the sheets of my, in nightgown dressed, body.
The thought of me having earned magical powers that allowed me to travel back in time crossed my mind, but seeing the dark purple bruise on my ankle pulled me back into reality.
This was not a sick game going on in my head. This was a sick game being played by no other than my father.
"He actually had the guts to kidnap me." I spoke in awe and pushed the curtain to the side to glance outside the window. It must've been morning.
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I could smell freshly baked pancakes from the kitchen as I made my way down the white wooden stairs which lightly cracked because of my weight.
"Good morning Giggles!" A loud, overly happy voice shouted as I entered the kitchen.
'Giggles.' He had called me that when I was still a little girl. I was one hell of an annoying, cheery brat.
"Slept well?" My father asked, looking over his shoulder to shoot me a smile, while preparing the food.
