The summary is that Bella is a run away, she finds some people and gets in a gang, when over half of her gang get KIA (killed in action) from a shooting, she go's back home to find her dad.
Secretly she's in a mission to find one of her former gang members and kill them.
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Prologue
" And what has you to believe that your daughter is dead?" The reporter asked the man, who's eye's were puffy and red from crying.
"She's gone. She's been gone."
"You don't even think there's a slight chance, that's she's still alive?"
"What do you think?" He shouted and threw the chair he was just sitting in, against the wall.
The reporter looked stunned but quickly for the sake of her job, recovered her composure.
"Sir, there is no need of that." She said as calmly as she could.
"Well, what do want me to do about it? Nobody can tell me were the hell my daughter is! It's been two years and they're still jacking off. The cops are all fucking losers!"
"Sir, if you don't control yourself, we're going to have to stop the interview." The reporter looked like she was fed up, and wanted to get away from the man.
"I'm sorry." He mocked.
"Now, did your daughter…." She trailed off not even knowing the poor man's daughters name.
His eyes grew anger filling them, through clenched teeth he said, "Isabella. My daughter's name is Isabella. You stupid whore, you should be fired." The man went on muttering some more profanities.
"That's it! I'm doing my best to interview your goddamn stubborn ass, but obviously you can't handle your stupid emotions! I quit!" She yelled and started to pack her suitcase, that I had no clue what it was for, away.
The guy smirked and the girl reporter huffed her way out of the room. "Phil? You can take care of this jackass." Her annoyed voice was audible in the background.
I was glad I turned to this station.
A rather large man appeared on the television screen. He looked unsure and nervous of what he was doing. I laughed as I saw a food stain on the man's shirt.
"Um… so did your daughter show any signs of distress?" Phil asked. Surprisingly he seemed to know what he was doing, even if he looked like he didn't.
"Not really. Just a year though before she left, I noticed cuts on her wrists." He paused taking a deep breath to compose himself. "I only saw them once, so I didn't bring it up."
The new guy reporter nodded. "If your daughter was watching this. What would you like to tell her?"
The guys glazed eyes looked straight into the camera. "Come home. I miss you. I love you." He whispered, with such emotion.
My T.V. screen went black.
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Okay I didn't have enough time to write an actual chapter. So I gave you a prologue.
Please review and tell me if you would like me to put this into an actual story!
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