My...well my dad opened my door
-hey-I said
-you are calm-he said
-well yeah I mean, I kinda of want to talk, you know...about everything. I have a lot of question-I said
-mmm ok, I have an idea, you ask, I ask-he said looking at me
-ok...what do you want with me?-I asked
-you know what, you are my daughter-
-yes, I get that but what do you thing it's going to happen?-I asked him
-I'm not sure-he said-Skye, how is your life?
-right now it's good, I have friends, I'm happy and now I'm here-I said, he made a face when I said friends
-I'm glad-he said
-why wont you just let me go?-i said looking at the floor
-I understand you want to leave-
-oh? Really?- I said sarcastically, he opened the door-what ar-
-get out, your not a prisoner here, you are my daughter-he said
-what if I try to leave?-I said
-won't matter in the end you will come to me, doesn't matter why you do it-he said, a guard came to the door
-sir, we have a problem