Ben made his way down the dark night streets of Los Angeles. He was
heading towards Dylan's house. He could see the light in her apartment
shining through the night. Like a candle guiding his destiny.
He climbed up the building stairs. He couldn't wait, to kill her. He didn't care what Madison said, even though she got him out of jail. He was going to seize the moment.
He reached her door. He carefully took his gun from his pant pocket, then knocked on the door. He wanted to surprise her.
The door opened, he fired. But where was Dylan. Where was his daughter who he wanted dead? Who he had longed to kill for several months in prison.
No, it wasn't her he had shot. There, lying helplessly on the floor was the thin man. Her husband. He was now dead, and it would cause Dylan much pain.
Bern laughed at the though of how hurt she would be. He had discovered a new kind of torcher. He wasn't going to kill her just yet, he was going to make her life a living hell.
*****
"Paging Dr. Vu. Dr. Vu." Dylan had just gotten Anthony to the hospital. She had arrived at her apartment minutes after the shooting, only to find her husband and a note. The note read..
Honey, Here is my wedding present to you. Sorry I couldn't give it to you sooner, but I was a tad busy. Hope you have a lovely marriage! I'll be back for you. Love, Your father
She'd hated him more than ever before. She didn't know what she wanted to do, kill him or .
Several nurses wheeled him into one of the hospital rooms. Several minutes later a oriental man walked into the room. He examined Anthony for a few seconds.
"We're going to have to surgically remove the bullet. Luckily he was shot in the shoulder and not in the chest..."
He had already been stabbed through the chest, what else was new?
Dylan knew one thing, her father was going to try to destroy her. Loved one by loved one. She knew who would probably get it next.....
He climbed up the building stairs. He couldn't wait, to kill her. He didn't care what Madison said, even though she got him out of jail. He was going to seize the moment.
He reached her door. He carefully took his gun from his pant pocket, then knocked on the door. He wanted to surprise her.
The door opened, he fired. But where was Dylan. Where was his daughter who he wanted dead? Who he had longed to kill for several months in prison.
No, it wasn't her he had shot. There, lying helplessly on the floor was the thin man. Her husband. He was now dead, and it would cause Dylan much pain.
Bern laughed at the though of how hurt she would be. He had discovered a new kind of torcher. He wasn't going to kill her just yet, he was going to make her life a living hell.
*****
"Paging Dr. Vu. Dr. Vu." Dylan had just gotten Anthony to the hospital. She had arrived at her apartment minutes after the shooting, only to find her husband and a note. The note read..
Honey, Here is my wedding present to you. Sorry I couldn't give it to you sooner, but I was a tad busy. Hope you have a lovely marriage! I'll be back for you. Love, Your father
She'd hated him more than ever before. She didn't know what she wanted to do, kill him or .
Several nurses wheeled him into one of the hospital rooms. Several minutes later a oriental man walked into the room. He examined Anthony for a few seconds.
"We're going to have to surgically remove the bullet. Luckily he was shot in the shoulder and not in the chest..."
He had already been stabbed through the chest, what else was new?
Dylan knew one thing, her father was going to try to destroy her. Loved one by loved one. She knew who would probably get it next.....
