DOSE OF HATE

My mother and I wore matching dresses. It was one of those parties my parents had to attend, considering that they didn't like leaving me alone so they took me everywhere. My father was the governor of Melope province. This meant we had to have guards everywhere because politics sometimes could a little nasty and unpredictable. I remember that night all too well,my grandmother offered to babysit me but I refused,my siblings offered but no. We finally reached the town hall. Cameras as always flashed the moment we stepped out of the car,our guards were already on our side. My mother held my hand waving like the perfect housewife supporting her husband. The hall was full. I ripped my hand from my mother's and grabbed my father's. She looked annoyed but her friends spotted her before she could strangle me to death. Good times. She didn't literally strangle me,I would be grounded. I was happy to tag alongside my father as he greeted politicians. I barely understood what were politicians,I was only ten after all. They spoke in words that sounded scary but it was fascinating. I remember how frantic I got when my father was asked to come to another floor,I wish I could have known what was going to happen next. In that room,there were mayors, police officers and this man who wanted to run for the governor's position. Didn't quite understand anyway,I was just happy to be with my father. I remember the arguments getting heated in there,my father being told to consider his family. All I knew it sounded scary. Something was going on,one moment he whispered our code word. "Run". As I child I wanted to ask why but the anger that came with the next 'run' had me up on my feet running. The guards at the door blocked the way but I slipped between their legs and ran. Only then I wished I hadn't turned around,my father slumped down with a bullet wound on his head. There was shouting as I ran across the passage,I guess they did not want me to reach the ground floor.