Willow trees.

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😀Hey guys! So this is my first book on wattpad!! I hope you like it! It's a little slow at first but aren't most stories? Ok enjoy loves.

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"Go away through the day my daddy sang to me

I wish I might I wish I may have you come back to me.

I love you so I loved you then so please come right back again.

It will not happen for you sleep underneath the willow tree."

Charlāe-

My daddy was a wise man. He loved me, I was his little girl. We lived in a quiet town, always playing in the yard. We never worried about where life would lead us, we just lived freely. When I was born my mama named me Charlāe. She said I would be a unique little girl considering I had chocolate brown hair and blue eyes.

My mama had red hair and green eyes and my daddy had blonde hair and gray eyes. So, when I was born people thought I was someone else's baby. They knew I was definitely theirs though. The blush pink in my cheeks and warmth in my heart. My harmonious giggles that I filled throughout the room. I had a great childhood, not to rich but not poor. My parents worked hard to keep me healthy and happy. All I wanted was their love and affection, and they gave me that.

I'm 17 now, I live with my mama. She's here but she's not. The day my daddy was murdered changed my whole life. The way I saw things, my experience, and sanity. My mama had turned into stone so it seemed. She's motionless, almost like she's gone herself. I still love her though, shes all I have left. None of us could've known about that day, when everything stained red with my daddy's blood. My daddy and I were leaving the Home Depot in Hessmer, Louisiana a small town when out of nowhere I smelt alcohol. I knew it wasn't my daddy he didn't drink. Then it happened. He froze in place telling me "Get in the car and hide!" With a scared look in his unique gray eyes. "Daddy!" I screamed as they stuck the knife in his back. He kept struggling to get back up. That's when they shot him in the head. They took his wallet and life then left. I thought my daddy was dead and I cried. He suddenly whispered to me "Charlāe be good for your mother I love you more than life itself. I'll always be here for you." That's when his eyes closed the last time and I got to hear his sing song voice before he lay cold on the crimson colored pavement. 'What do I do?' I cried to myself. 'My daddy's dead!' That's when his cell phone rang... 'Where is his phone?' It was in the cup holder. ''Mama" I read aloud. "Mama Help daddy's dead!" I sobbed into the phone I kept repeating those words in my head 'He's dead, he's dead.' My mama dropped the phone then told me to stay where I was and lock the doors, she was on her way.

I was 11 then, that was six years ago. My mama told me I wouldn't go looking for the man that broke my heart and has caused me to never trust again. I said "ok" for that little while, but she doesn't know that I'm leaving in two weeks. Walking out of the house to find the person who killed my daddy. He meant everything to me and he wouldn't rest in peace until he knew I did something to get revenge. I'll be eighteen she won't be able to stop me. She can no longer "protect" me from this cruel world. I see the boys staring at my chest and butt. I can't tell them to stop, but I don't give in. I won't love till I find the murder that's lived so long in freedom after killing my father. Once the suspect sees my face he's going to wish he hadn't. I'm going to show him some of the hell I've had to go through the past six years; my outlooks on life have forever changed because of him. He won't know what hit him, well maybe once he wakes up and sees my face staring down at his confused and fragile figure his tiny brain might catch up a little. Sadly it's not possible to put him through every feeling he's put me through, I'm not that cold hearted. He will pay though, but first I have to be sure I have every fact right as to who killed my daddy. I wouldn't go on a killing spree cause that would ruin everyone else's lives as it did mine. "Charlāe can you get me some water please?" I got up to get my mother water. She was more mentally fragile than anyone I had ever seen, but I haven't seen many. My mother isolates me from the world, she now believes it's a bad place.

I can't help remembering when we didn't care where life would take us, when my mother wasn't afraid.