The streets were deserted as
he pulled the duffel bag behind him. Daley anxiously waited in the window as
she eyed him turning the corner; back to their house.
She bit her lower lip
tearfully, hoping against hope she wouldn’t see that bag –but she knew she
would. He always comes back with a new “package” every Saturday night when
Elena works double shift at the Hospital.
It wasn’t always like this,
Daley remembered a time when he was the most adoring father any daughter could
hope to have. But suddenly he turned into someone she never knew.
He hastily strode up the
walkway, to the left of the townhouse where a side door was already propped
open for him. Daley shuffled to the kitchen, meeting her father in the doorway:
“This is the last time,
right”? She asked with glistened eyes
He stared at the bag
distantly, slamming it on the linoleum floor as if snapping out of a daze.
Blood instantly crept out of the thick material, while John looked into his
daughter’s eyes:
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