✓ Eradication [ZM]

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        She felt nothing as she ran down the corridors of the school with the echo of her oxfords ringing with each step after another. She felt so stupid and reckless for what she had done with someone like that. She did not know what was happening to her, she just wished that she could go back home and see her father again. She wanted this to all end and just go home but she had no word to go back home so she was just stuck there till the end of her schooling years. She ran into her dorm room and fell onto her bed, crying her eyes out and calling out to her dad to come back to her. But she remembered the cell phone he had given to her the first day that he dropped her off and to call him when things took a turn for the worse or something had happened to her. She quickly scrambled to her suitcase and dug around for the mysterious object given to her but once she found it, she saw only one number and under the name of her father. She quickly pressed the dial button and waited for him to answer. It ringed not once, not twice, but on the third ring she heard the voice that comforted her instantly. "Hello?" He said into the phone, she just cried but spoke anyways, "Daddy...Daddy, I do not know what is happening and I am scared, please help me! Daddy, please!" She cried into the phone and waited for him to say something, anything to her at this point.

        He quickly realized that it was not a human of this doing, he could feel it. All he could hear was the cries of god's angel weeping through the speaker up to his ear. But he quickly snapped out of it and replied to his 'daughter', "Sweetheart, are you okay?! Tell me what happened! Did somebody try to hurt you or did you get hurt? Do you need to come home for a couple days?" He knew what had happened and knew what she had done but this was forced upon her by that incubus around her all the time. But all she did was cry even more at his worried tone, she did not know of her actions until they were done. He would dishonest her for them and he was all that she had left. But she had never lied to him ever in her life and she would not stop now. "Daddy, I acted as a harlot would of. Daddy...I...I am so sorry, I did not know I was capable of that. I did not know what was happening to me. Please forgive me..." She whimpered through the phone to her father. He knew that she would never lie to him and he was so impressed on how he was chosen to look after god's gift on earth. "You are forgiven, I am happy you told me right away and I will deal with this in the morning. But get some sleep, okay darling? I will talk to you soon." With that he hung up and ended the call, he did not know how his master of all would react to this doing, but he was sure that he already knew and was waiting for him to confirm it himself.

        All she heard was a click and then the dial tone. She had only calmed down slightly but tears were silently escaping down her now rosy red cheeks. If only she had followed her fathers instuction to stay hidden and quiet she would never of been in this mess. She wanted to be safe and sound again and the only way to do that was to disappear and go home for awhile. At this thought, she quickly gathered all of her stuff including her textbooks, sketch pads, clothing from the dresser drawers and shoved it all back into her suitcase. After she packed, she unlocked the door quietly and looked both ways throughout the corridor, coast was all clear. She quickly walked down the long corridor and out the main doors into the courtyard. Tears were still falling down her cheeks but not as much as before. She had called someone before hand and whom other than her father that she trusted completely. She walked out of the main gates and saw the familiar Italian sports car waiting out front, she smiled through her teary eyes when she saw him walking toward her, Dion. The one person in her life that she got to see that her father allowed her to see. She grew up with him right at her side at all times, they were inseperable. 

a.n.;

                        'till next time.

- M. x

December.
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