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Alcatraz

We never officially came out at school. We simply walked in on the first day of school holding hands while she carried my bag. There was no dramatics, no bible thumping teachers condemning us to hell while spouting off verses and claiming we be bathed in holy water. Not a single hate crime or disapproving look from anyone.

People simply didn't care and if they did, they didn't show it. Probably for multiple reasons. The main being that we lived in New York, which for the most part, was a fairly accepting state and most of the students were scared of my girlfriend anyway. Even some members of the staff feared her to a certain extent.

It all stemmed from her father. He was a fucking bastard. A terrifying fucking bastard though. He ran one of the biggest drug cartels in the world. He had associations with various different mobs and gangs across the nation and was behind dozens of assassinations of people in power. He also liked to bring his daughter to work.

By the time she was ten years old, she was capable of things grown men couldn't dream of. She was her father's pride and joy. He was preparing her to one day take over his empire. What he didn't know was that, that day would never come.

When she was twelve, he was arrested and sentenced to life in prison. Alcatraz to be specific. We were at her house playing cards when it all went down. I was busy having a panic attack while she didn't seem even the slightest bit phased.

Officials had to take extreme precaution when it came to her. She had all the tools to be considered dangerous, but she didn't use them. She wanted nothing to do with the drugs and no intentions of ever changing her mind. She was simply a product of her father, an innocent casualty in his scheme.

There are no words to accurately describe how I felt when I found out who her father was. I was shocked to say the absolute very least. I didn't want to believe any of it, especially the part where I overheard talking about what my best friend was capable of.

It was decided that her older half sister would become her legal guardian. Dallas was unaware of their father's status because she lived with her grandparents, but she cared a great deal about her little sister, so she agreed to move from Texas and not seperate us from each other.

For weeks that followed, I had one thought that plaugued my mind. I wanted to see myself what she could do. I had brought up the subject on multiple occasions, but she wasn't having it. "The less you know the better. The answer's no." She'd say every time. This wasn't about me though. I could see it in her eyes, the one emotion I'd never seen before.

Fear.

She was scared of something and I wanted to know of what.

We had just gotten back from school and were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework, when I got up to get a knife. I walked back over and set it down beside her then leaned against the wall and crossed my arms.

She raised her eyebrows and gave me a questioning look.

"Show me." I demanded.

"Sel..." She sighed.

"Show. Me." I demanded again.

"What do you even want me to do with this?" She said exasperated.

"I don't know. Throw it or something. If you're so dangerous, prove it." I taunted her.

"I don't have to prove anything to you." She said defensively.

"I just want to see what you can do."

"No you don't." She warned as she stood up to put the knife back.