| What Happened To That One Girl? Prolouge |
| "Remeber what I've told you what the police do to bad little girls. You are mine." "Shut up, shut up I'm no longer a little girl 'daddy'. Like hell I belong to you, whats my name, what is my name?! My true name!" a tight forced smile appeared as the greying man began to babble holding onto his side where she had shot him earlier. Cold menecing eyes, often told to be rather scary, how they never clouded or displayed emotion, now regaurded him as for the piece of filth she knew him for as she raised the gun again. Two shots were fired. "I'll remeber all yoiu've taught, 'daddy'. And with that lovely piece of information, I'll probably wind up going insane!"She screamed the last part at him she had shot him in the groin and chest. "Remeber what you tell your customers, what you see is what you get, and this is what you get for hurting 'your little girl.' Standing up she adjusted her blouse and blew a kiss before striding out the room past the phone that she had earlier ripped from the wall. Seemed police were right about something, women rarly did shoot right in the face. Mores the pity. Locking the door she walked down two silent hallways and down a flight of stairs entering a level of colorful lights and music crossing over to the bar, going by women she had grew to know by name, rank, and surname. Scantly clad or over flowing with coos to those they kept company. Taking a seat on a stool the girl buried her face in her hand. It was over. Her light brown skin had been bleched to a powder white. Her long, dark brown hair had highlights and had been flattened and straightened countless times. At one time she had a name, before she was known as Angel, before the man that claimed to be her father would absently point to her and say 'you. It came in her dreams, along with faces of other people, a woman and a man, her real mother and father, she was certain of that. And an older boy. Taking a jacket from the coat room she zipped it up and pulled her hair under a hat, there was no time to change. As she turned the corner of the street there was an explosion from the top floor, in 'daddy's' room, she smiled. Yes , it was indeed over. |
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