6:40 P.M - *Wooldridge's House* (Riana's House)
I was on fire. I felt my thick blood boiling in my veins. My heartbeat racing rapidly, waiting for the lion to come out of its cage, like a blazing ball-of fire. Hurt, in pain and disgusted as I dropped hopelessly on the hard wood floor, cold tears streaming down my soft pale face. Breathing heavily, I lay tucked in a ball shaped position, fighting to stop my tears from falling, but I can't. It was too painful, painful to even think of whats going to happen next. How could she do this to me? This is a mistake. Banging my fists in anger, over and over,until it turned bright red. Her words haunted me. Taking a deep breath Slowly, wiping my tears, I gently got up laid and on my bed. It was carefully covered with light,turquoise silken sheets and with a little tint of light pink floral patterns at the bottom of the hem. Thinking to myself, what the hell am I supposed to do? I love my mother dearly and I would do anything to make her happy, but not this. An arranged marriage at only 17? impossible, I can't let that happen. However I've tried but didn't go so well and ended up getting smacked in the face. Did I go to far? Shaking my head, I rolled to the side telling myself that everything will be ok. Few moments later, I laid there with silence following with my annoying continuous sniffs. Couple of minutes I burned out.
"Dad, where are you we?" As he parked the car besides the streetlight pavements.
"In never land" He said Gently tapping me on the shoulders.
I smiled.
It was beautiful. The lights were somewhat alive and I could feel the soft breeze as I scrolled down my window. Catching all sights I could see.
*Coney Island*
He took me to many rides,food shacks etc.
It was fun. Just me and dad, spending time together.
Things changed when he walks towards the men's bathroom, but before he could even open the door...
A gunshot.
And 3 unknown men rushed out and disappeared into the darkness. My dad laid limped like stone on the cold hard floor ,as I ran, pushing past the screaming crowds. I softy placed my hand on a deep bullet dug into his left side of his shoulder. There was no sign of breathing. Worried tears as I screamed for help.
"Help, please, somebody call the ambulance! For God's sake he's bleeding!"
From that moment, I thought the worse, he was gone.
I jolted upright in my bed, sweat beaded down my forehead, the screaming in my nightmare pounded in my ears. The memories of dad still troubled me, like lost souls. Rubbing my face, I laid back, trying to catch my pulse. What time is it? How long have I dozed off? Besides me was a digital clock placed on top of the table lamp 8:30 P.M.Shuffling back into the sheets, I persuaded myself to sleep. This time peacefully.
