screaming **Discontinued**

chapter 28

*Paris' POV*

i was so incredibly nervous. we were in the car, or at least Mark and i were. it was useless to let them go too if i was the only one going in. we stooped at the parking spots and i stepped out. we walked to the desk and Mark said my name. i was led to a room with some sort of see through wall between two tables. there was only a phone in between so i started to panic. how was i going to communicate with him if the only resource was a phone. for a phone to work you have to have two people that can actually talk. i couldn't. i started to try and sign to the woman what i needed. ''You want a piece of paper? why?'' the woman said. i sighed. happy that she at least understood that part. ''She's mute. she needs a piece of paper so she can write what she means.'' i heard a voice say that i thought i never would hear again. my head whipped around and i looked right into the eyes of my father. ''Paris.'' he said. i walked to the chair and sat down. tears sprung into my eyes. ''I see you've found your birthday gift.'' He said. i nodded. ''Happy birthday.'' he added. i smiled while tears still fell down. the woman that i tried to 'talk' to earlier came back and gave me a bloc note and a pen. 'thank you.' i signed. she now understood and smiled at me. i turned back to my father and began to write immediately.

why?

was what i wrote and i held up the bloc note so he could see. ''You want to know what i did what i did?'' he asked. i nodded.

and clarity about that night. about the murder.

i wrote. ''Okay but use the phone. then i don't have to talk so loud.'' he said. i nodded and grabbed the phone. ''First of all. i have to say. whoever raised you did good. you have grown up to be such a beautiful woman. you look a lot like your mother.'' he said. i smiled at him while the tears rolled down my cheeks. ''As you know by the gifts. your mother wasn't safe. many people wanted revenge or other things from your mother. the man that came into our house that day was part of a group. a group where half of the crew was put behind bars because of your mother. they wanted revenge. not only on your mother but on her entire family. they started with her because they wanted the files. files that had very important information in them about government cases. i don't remember much of that night and i don't want to. i woke up in a hospital. they told me what i already knew, my love was gone. they also told me that you were in a coma. i stayed by your side at first but then it became too much that i might loose you too. i walked outside and cursed the entire world. when i went back into the hospital a man told me that you had passed away. i didn't believe him and followed him to the room you had just been in. it was empty. now i know that they moved you away because they noticed activity. i really thought you were gone so i left and moved to another city. i stayed there until recently. i came back into the city because i searched closure of what happened. i wanted to know who killed my wife and my daughter. i started to figure out more pieces of the puzzle when i got a visit. a visit from the man that killed your mother. he started saying things that made me angry, but i never acted on them. then he said that you were alive. i have never felt more relief in my life. i was so incredibly happy that i didn't pay attention to the man anymore. that was a huge mistake because then he charged at me. i was almost not in time to jump away. we got into a fight and he took out a knife. i wasn't able to get it out of his grip. he was about to stab me when i hit him with the nearest object. that object later turned out to be lamp, but it was a heavy one. i had accidentally bashed his skull. he was dead immediately. i didn't know what to do and i panicked. i ran and stayed a fugitive. that was until i found you in that alleyway. i fought that pervert off and called the police. i ran before i was caught. i knew how it would look if i stayed. they would think that i was the one that wanted to hurt you. soon after i got caught anyway. and now here we are. after five fricking years, and not a single foot closer.'' he said. i put my hand on the glass and he did as well. i leaned in a bit and looked at him. he looked exactly the same as all those years ago. he just was a little more grey. ''Wait a second. are those scars?'' he asked when he leaned in as well. i looked down ashamed of myself. it was always the first thing people saw. my scars. i nodded and pulled my shirt down a little so he could see the others. then i turned around and pulled my shirt up a bit so he could see the one on my back. then i straightened my shirt again and sat back down.

the night mom was killed was the most horrible day of my life. i didn't only loose my mother and father but i also lost my innocence, my voice and my inner child. that man you killed took my innocence. i grew up really fast after that. i was thrown from foster home to foster home. until the last one. i got adopted today. don't worry i still have my own last name. i just have one extra. i am now Paris Hope Morgan Rose. i became mute after that night and haven't spoken since. i have had more surgeries than i can count. the doctors now say it's all mental, but i'm not sure i want to speak. i like how my life is turning out. i have two sisters and a brother. i have a boyfriend, even though it's not official yet i still see him that way. and now i have my father back. my life is finally coming back together. i will search up any way to get you out of here.

i wrote and i showed him. when he read it he got fear in his eyes. ''You cannot search up that crew. they already found me. it's good that you're adopted. that will make it harder for them to find you. they wanted her entire family and there's no doubt there after you too.'' he said.

but i want to get you out of here.

i wrote. ''I know that. we'll figure out another way. now you should go and celebrate your birthday with your new family. i know you want to.'' he said. i smiled.

thank you daddy. i love you.

i wrote. tears sprung in his eyes. ''I love you too my little butterfly.'' he said. i put my hand on the glass again, because that was the closest we could get. then i stood up and walked out. this had been one heck of a day, but what would you expect. my life has never been normal, it was no surprise that my eighteenth birthday would be any different.....