Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy.

I was supposed to be sitting at home back in Melbourne, but here I was in somebody's house, waiting to go out with a new friend to watch my own kidnapper's show. Shoot, I'm fudged up.

To say I was nervous was a big understatement. I was beyond scared and afraid now that he knew I lived here, he must have had plans to get me one way or another. All those beautiful girls out there, and he chose me.

For the first time, I actually thought of going up to him to ask him those questions that had been killing me always. I wanted to go straight up to him, sit and listen. I was not sure if it was going to go as I planned them to be. He was unpredictable. Who was I kidding. He held a gun right up to my head, the girl he called "his".

Somehow, he had to show his true colours. He was hiding his real image, putting out a different act when he was doing crimes and when he was on the stage. I needed to get the truth out of him.

As a daughter, I needed to know who was the murderer of my father. Not that I will take revenge; revenge is given by serious mindless people who would get their karma back on them. I needed the peace of my mind, the search that had been for years finally was going to settle me down.

"Are you ready?" Shane's deep voice snapped me out of my train of thoughts. He was wearing some decent clothes with his hair messed up that looked really good on him. He smiled mischievously, "Stop checking me out, hottie."

I rolled my eyes playfully and smiled. I nodded to him, signalling that we should probably go before it got even more crowded. We walked to the car and my mind held one thing.

Honesty.

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Short chapter, sorry guys. 💨

12th of April, 2017.