AN: Well, here we are... I had this idea last night... so lets see where it goes... I have no plans. Just write and see... ;-)
The shutter clicked. The flash hardly visible by the ducttape over it as a man in black photographed a short redheaded three year old child. The one who got away. The one he never met. She should have been his. He should have been the one to raise her. That whore of an ex wife of his... she took his daughter. The courts deemed him unfit, the courts claimed him abusive. They sided with that cheating twit. They took his Angel.
The shutter kept clicking. The man was determined to find something wrong with the wretched bitch's care of his daughter. Something where he could swoop in and take her away. Maybe her new toy would touch her... He could only hope. It would be nice to see the homewrecker who was at one time his best friend rot behind bars. Just like the whore had made him.
Stalker. Abuser. Alcoholic. Murderer. Those were the words thrown around him. Those words made him spend the last three years in Jail. Granted he beat the murder charge, his lawyer was the best in the buisness. He just had to follow three simple rules- Do not contact his exwife. Do not enter New York. Fly under the radar.
Valentine was not the type to do this. She was his daughter. She would be his.
It was not bad enough that stupid bitch put his son up for adoption the moment he was born. Five years ago. Protecting her child from him she had said... She said if she had to live under him... no child of hers ever would. She would pay.
A few more photos of the sleeping child before the man turned off the roof he was stationed on and walking into the night.
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The photos developed, framed and place on the wall of a clean apartment... they started to tell a story. A white blonde boy, from newborn to two. Then photos of the same boy at five, along side photos of the redheaded girl. He would wait for the perfect moment, then those who were rightfully his... the spawn of his seed... they would be his.