I flip the page of the book i was reading with my left hand, while the other was holding the cup of coffee i was sipping on. I loved reading books, it drowns me in my imagination, as if i was the main character. I didn't care what type of book it was, i'd read it. Overall, It was a peaceful morning, until my dad barged in through the front door, with several other man in black suits following right behind him, looking very expensive.
"I don't care, give him the 70k so it can be over!"
I heard him yell, me not even bothering to look up at him. It was always like this, every morning he'd wake up very early, for his 'business' he had to 'take care of' as he'd tell me.
"But sir-" I heard one of the men in the black suits say, biting on my lower lip as i know my father hated if people resisted against him.
"Did i stutter?! Give him the 70k, and get out of here! I have things to take care of. Now!" My father half screamed, and it was then i looked at the scene that was happening right beside me.
I saw the men look at each other before one of them grabbed a black suitcase with him, then they left the house.
I heard my dad sigh, as i continued reading my book, and sipping on my cup of coffee. "Goodmorning, amor." My dad greeted me, giving me a kiss on the top of my head then walking round the kitchen counter we had in the middle, now facing me.
"Morning, dad." I greeted him back with absolutely no energy, finishing my coffee, getting up, closing my book and putting the cup in the sink.
"Océane." I heard him say my name sternly, me rolling my eyes before turning to face him with a fake close-mouthed smile. "Yes, dad?" I said sweetly, knowing what he's about to say.
"What did i tell you about greeting me like this?!" He whisper-yelled at me, making me frown a bit.
"I'm sorry, dad. Goodmorning and i hope you have a great day today, i love you." I said again this time, with more enthusiasm, making him nod, satisfied.
"That's more like it. Now, did you clean your ro-" He was about to ask, but was cut off by a call. He pulled out his phone, making me look at the name ID that was calling him. All i saw is that it said 'Daryl'.
I scrunched my face, listening to every word that was coming out of my dad's mouth. "Yes, i'll be there with a million."
Many questions were roaming around in my head, making me forget to listen closely. I shook my head quickly, my jaw dropping a bit at the next sentence that i heard.
"Be there, or she's dead."
My dad looked at me for a good 3 seconds before returning to his phone call. I leaned back against the kitchen counter, even more questions running through my mind. Was that Daryl guy talking about me? I need to know, but how? I'm probably overthinking.
When i looked up, i saw my dad look at me, with a very serious look. "You're staying home tonight." He said, his voice going a bit lower at 'home'.
"Why?! I was gonna go get new painting supplies!" I whined, now starting to get angry.
"I said that you're staying home tonight, Océane! No more questions and no more protesting! Can't you listen for once?!" My dad yelled back at me, but this time louder than ever.
