HER PERSPECTIVE: three days. three days of abuse, questions, which only led to more abuse. nothing to eat or drink. he said he'd reward me with some when I finally answered his questions; I did though and they were truthful. I had no idea of a tape I knew however I left the letters purposely and prayed Brian would see it.

whatever was on this tape my father was talking about would help. Brian will come for me. I know he will; sooner or later. I laid on floor giving my body what it wanted, i'd feel the fire blaze within me if I moved even breathing hurts. I faced the wall thinking of good times with my mother and white. I believed those thoughts would keep me alive.

I heard the door open and slam shut and knew from the heavy footsteps who it was. my body shook almost as if it knew who it was, or was these my thoughts feeding my body information? I heard a bag drop and froze, was it my bag? have whites mom given it over willingly. I felt my father arms go beneath my body to pick me up and I bit my lip, yet my screams escaped regardless.

he covered my mouth, probably to avoid concern neighbors even though if that was the case they would've came all those other times. he laid my body on the couch and faced me toward thee coffee table. he pulled out McDonald breakfast sandwiches and hash browns and sat down in his chair and turn on the tv. my stomach had growled very loudly as my eyes gazed the food in front of me. my father hearing me stomach he looks away from the tv and look towards me.

" you know kinny you can eat" and he grabbed one of the sandwiches off of the table and went back to watching tv. if my throat wasn't dry from screaming and lack of water i'd ask him if it was some kind sick twisted joke. " you see kinny I know you know where the envelope" he said with his eyes staring at the tv still. " I ask the white family to bring what else you had there back to me untouched". the first thing that came to mind was how were they gonna give it to him when he told them to leave it untouched but then a realize it was more to it then he applied it to me.

" if the envelope comes back to me with the tape inside and they walk away peacefully I will do the same". I just stared, but his eyes never left the tv though. " and if the don't do as I say" he said answering my thoughts. he placed his half uneaten sandwich on the coffee table and pulled his shirt up. there was a gun and he tapped it lightly before smiling at me.

"there'll be hell to pay kinny". I began to wheeze causing my father to laugh and go back to watching tv. " none of this would've happen if you would've simply never left you know" he got up and walked to the kitchen but my wheezing continued. He came back out with an water bottle and held it out in front of me. "Why did you leave Kingsley".

I don't know what pissed me off more the question or the pure look of confusion on his face. I ignored it though and grabbed the water bottle from his hands and pop the cap quickly. I drunk the water and my mouth felt like it could function again. I drunk it all in anticipation, even knowing I wouldn't get more. Still he stood there studying me; still curious.

" do you not see me, the bruises, the blood, and fractured bones". I said looking my father in his eyes. He slightly flinched, but quickly regained himself. " I have to go through beating ever since my mother died constantly lying to school and hospitals about what happened and why I haven't showed to school in weeks, and guess what who was the mastermind behind that; you dad". This was my opportunity to get how I felt off of my chest now that I had the strength. Not caring what he says or does in the process.

"I used to hate mom for leaving me with you because she knew what was wrong with you, but then I realized she was just married to a crazy lying piece of sh-" my head turned side ways and it felt like the word were slapped out of my mouth. " I tried kinny, and I really did you know" he said looking at me. He was crying but unlike in the news they were real, they were genuine. " after what I had done to- I started to take my pills again I started being better I wanted to be; for you" and he begin to pace the living room holding his head crying and talking at the Same time. " but then she died, and I was consumed with funeral arrangements and work and missing her, watching you I, I couldn't do it all and take my pills I should've but I couldn't and kinny I'm sorry you gotta believe me, they made me do it".

It was weird having my father talk about the voices in his head almost as if it was normal. I didn't like it. It made me feel almost bad for my father and his struggle. it wasn't about him, it was about me and the stuffering I had to go through because he couldn't remember to pop two pills a day. Yet my father was vulnerable right now and as sad as it is using it for my advantage was the only way I could free both of us.

Him from his voice and me from him, even if I had to lie.

"I believe you papa and I accept you apology, I should've never left your right" I lied through my teeth I look at my father to see was he taking it it in and indeed he was eating it all up.

He reached for me and pulled me in a hug I felt the metal gun press against my stomach and hug him back even when my body and mind disagreed. "I knew you would forgive us kinny just like mom did" he said while rocking me still while hugging me. " you don't have to leave anymore kin I won't do it again, we can live together forever". As the word flowed from my father's mouth the door had swung open. I turned to see and there standing white holding a gun.

" put your hands where I can see them you fucker"