Why? Why, why, why? This has to be a dream. I have to be dreaming! There is no way this could happen. One minute she was there and then she was gone. Lost in my thoughts, I was completely oblivious to how fast I was going. I glanced at the speedometer. 107.

"Damn it! I need to calm down." I assured myself.

But how could I? My little girl was taken from me and I'm supposed to be fucking relaxed? Once I found that bastard that took her, I'm going to make him choke on his own blood. Suddenly, a series of vibrations erupted from my jacket's pocket.

"Shit. Who would call me at a time like this?! "I cursed.

Shifting my hand in my pocket, I pulled out my phone to nag the person who was calling me.

"Hello?"
A mysterious voice erupted from the mic.

"Good to see you are actually looking for her. I debated the fact if you had the guts to find her singlehandedly."

"You…" I responded, hostility apparent in my tone.

"Yes, me. Do you want your daughter back or not? She'd make a nice decoration of red on the wall."

"You sick bastard! Give me back my fucking daughter!"

"I don't think so. It wouldn't be such fun game if I let you win just because you pulled your balls out from your purse. You have to prove to me that you are a man who truly loves his daughter."

"Fucker….I'll get her back from you. Just you wait. I'll find you and I'm going to kill you very slowly."

"I'll spare you the trouble of finding where I am. Killing me is another thing entirely. Meet at the old Springfield weapons factory. We'll talk later, Bruce. Have fun."

The sarcasm in his voice drove me fucking crazy. Who was this guy? My frustration had accumulated to the point where I disregarded everything around me.

"FUCKKK!"

As those words left my mouth, I slammed my fist into the dashboard. I could care less about the pain that shot through my hand or the crack that encased the speedometer.

"Don't worry, Rose. Daddy's coming for you."