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The day my dad came back was one of the happiest days of my life. He returned, and for months, life was filled with hugs and kisses and smiles. Something that I had been deprived of for years. Soon, he became distant, and he explained that he had to work, because that was something daddies had to do. Soon he went back to work, and Grandpa looked after us after school. I missed him, but whatever he did seemed to make him happy. When I was sixteen, I found out about what he did.
Extraction. I also found out that Arthur worked for him too. I had known Arthur for years, but he had always just been a family friend. Apparently the correct description was a Point Man. I also learnt about and met Ariadne, the Architect, Yusuf the Chemist and Eames the Forger. Since then, they had all been a bookmark in my strange life.
I missed my mother. I grew up with a brother and a dad for the most part, and the only proper female figure in my life was Ariadne. She was great, but there was always something missing. When I was younger, I was told that she fell from a window. I don't believe that. But I'm not going to ask Dad or anyone else. I think some things are better left unsaid.
Today was my eighteenth birthday. I asked for something (probably not the best thing), but it was something I had wanted for a while.
I loved my dad, but he was scary when he yelled.
"Dad, please!" I begged. "This is what I really want!"
He folded his arms stubbornly. "I don't care. The answer is no."
I cried out in frustration. "I just want to learn!"
"Phillipa, I don't care. You're going back to school and you're getting a proper job, and a proper, safe life."
I glared at him in the best way I could. "Dad. I need to do this. With or without your help."
"I am your father, and I say no. You're not going into extraction," he snapped.
"Yes I am!"
"No!" he yelled. I blinked in surprise. He slammed his fist down on the kitchen table, making me jump. I could tell that he was absolutely against the idea, but I couldn't escape the thought.
He sighed. "Phillipa, I love you, but this is too much. I can't have you going into dream-sharing. It's not safe and it's something I refuse to let my daughter go into."
I glanced at the floor, as if I could burn holes through it. "I will never forgive you for this." I turned my back and quickly ran up the stairs, feeling the anger burn through my blood. I got to my room and slammed the door behind me, making sure to give it an extra punch. I felt a sharp force of pain run through my knuckles.
"Son of a bitch," I cursed at the door.