One, Little, Reminder
In a large house with a view of the great pyramids that sat on the Nile river a tall, dark man stepped on his porch. He was dressed in white cotton pants and shirt, and his feet were bare as they carried him across the hot sand to his mail box. The sand had chipped the numbers that had been painted on the side, it did that over the years, it was a natural thing. Now it just meant one more thing for him to have to do later. The box was opened and the contents pulled out. The box lid was shut and the man moved back into his home while reading the fronts of the envelopes. Bills, letters from his clients, lots of them. He sighed being a lawyer did have it's disadvantages, he got all these letters and calls from people he didn't really want to help. They always asked him to be the middle man in personal affairs, divorces, child care, and other such things that he hated doing. The only time he really enjoyed being a lawyer was when he was defending the children of bad parents. He always regretted having his own daughter taken away from him. He'd always viewed it as his fault, like he was the bad parent. So he always found good homes for the neglected children.
He flipped through a couple more of the envelopes. More bills, a check from a client, an invitation to some business party, then there was a light purple envelope that caught his attention most. It was addressed to the father of Tianna Ammon. All the other envelopes were tossed off to the side once he entered the house. It was about his daughter. Was it from Angelique? No it couldn't be, she would've written his name, plus the hand writing wasn't hers. Maybe it was from Tianna. Maybe she didn't know his name, Angelique probably never told that to Tianna. Fingers were pushed back through his shoulder length black hair and he exhaled the breath he had been holding since he read the front of the letter-- he was stalling. He was having a hard time conjuring up the courage to open the lilac envelope.
With a deep breath he took the hawk head letter opener off his desk and careful cut the envelope open, then pulled the lined paper out and read:
I don't have time to sugar coat any of this for you. I'm a friend of your daughters. She is in a lot of trouble right now. A lot. To give you her life in a nutshell her mother is dead. That bastard of a step father killed her. He neglected Tianna, he beat her, and he raped her. He locked her in a mental institution when she was eleven, that's where I met her. Please note, that I'm not crazy, I was just a fucked up teenage. But there was nothing wrong with Tianna, except you know, perhaps being scarred from watching her mother being murder and having a step father like Aidan. He left Tianna in that institution for six years, she was seventeen when they finally released her back into Aidan's custody. Back to more beatings, more raping, more abuse. Her life isn't all dark though. She tried to escape, lived with a man who had been like a brother to her. He took care of her as much as he could. She made friends, she worked in a restaurant where she was loved by the staff and had regular customers that refused to be waited on by anyone else, especially Magnus. He kept trying to marry her, but I imaging he's probably a lot older than you, so you can imaging she said no. She also built and painted street cars for racing, and yes, she did race too. That's where she met Dominic. I think they were in love the day they met. She raced him and won. It was her first race, we were all very proud. Then the cops came, she ran, they chased her. Dominic came to her rescue, when she was shot. He fixed her up, and they spent more time falling in love.
Things always look better before they get worse, though. Aidan found her. He hired a woman to get close to them, so that she could bring Tianna back to him. She ran Romeo's car off a cliff. She managed to survive, but Romeo, that's her brother, he died. Then that woman took Tianna back to the institution. When they let her out, Aidan is going to have her again. He's going to kill her. That's why she ran, she knew one day it would get so bad he would kill her. Her running away is sure to have sped up that process.
Your daughter is in a lot of trouble. I don't know if you still care, or what happened to separate you from her. If you still, or ever, loved her. Please come. I don't know if you'll be able to help. But if you could just come, you might be able to do some good. Even if Dominic isn't able to save her, at least you could speak at her funeral. I'm sure she would like that. She misses you, I know. She still had pictures of you.
Angry fists balled the letter up, and the man cursed. He remembered Aidan, had met him once. The man had been on a business trip. He couldn't believe that Angelique had left him to marry that man. Now that man had his daughter. He was not going to stand for it. The man walked over to the phone, and laid the letter down. He dialed a few numbers, and as he held the receiver to is ear with his shoulder he smoothed the wrinkles from the paper. There was an address written at the bottom. "Yes, Milan, this is Osirus Ammon, I need a plane ticket for Los Angeles California. No, Tonight, today... right now is better. Just get me the ticket Milan, and get it fast."
In a large house with a view of the great pyramids that sat on the Nile river a tall, dark man stepped on his porch. He was dressed in white cotton pants and shirt, and his feet were bare as they carried him across the hot sand to his mail box. The sand had chipped the numbers that had been painted on the side, it did that over the years, it was a natural thing. Now it just meant one more thing for him to have to do later. The box was opened and the contents pulled out. The box lid was shut and the man moved back into his home while reading the fronts of the envelopes. Bills, letters from his clients, lots of them. He sighed being a lawyer did have it's disadvantages, he got all these letters and calls from people he didn't really want to help. They always asked him to be the middle man in personal affairs, divorces, child care, and other such things that he hated doing. The only time he really enjoyed being a lawyer was when he was defending the children of bad parents. He always regretted having his own daughter taken away from him. He'd always viewed it as his fault, like he was the bad parent. So he always found good homes for the neglected children.
He flipped through a couple more of the envelopes. More bills, a check from a client, an invitation to some business party, then there was a light purple envelope that caught his attention most. It was addressed to the father of Tianna Ammon. All the other envelopes were tossed off to the side once he entered the house. It was about his daughter. Was it from Angelique? No it couldn't be, she would've written his name, plus the hand writing wasn't hers. Maybe it was from Tianna. Maybe she didn't know his name, Angelique probably never told that to Tianna. Fingers were pushed back through his shoulder length black hair and he exhaled the breath he had been holding since he read the front of the letter-- he was stalling. He was having a hard time conjuring up the courage to open the lilac envelope.
With a deep breath he took the hawk head letter opener off his desk and careful cut the envelope open, then pulled the lined paper out and read:
I don't have time to sugar coat any of this for you. I'm a friend of your daughters. She is in a lot of trouble right now. A lot. To give you her life in a nutshell her mother is dead. That bastard of a step father killed her. He neglected Tianna, he beat her, and he raped her. He locked her in a mental institution when she was eleven, that's where I met her. Please note, that I'm not crazy, I was just a fucked up teenage. But there was nothing wrong with Tianna, except you know, perhaps being scarred from watching her mother being murder and having a step father like Aidan. He left Tianna in that institution for six years, she was seventeen when they finally released her back into Aidan's custody. Back to more beatings, more raping, more abuse. Her life isn't all dark though. She tried to escape, lived with a man who had been like a brother to her. He took care of her as much as he could. She made friends, she worked in a restaurant where she was loved by the staff and had regular customers that refused to be waited on by anyone else, especially Magnus. He kept trying to marry her, but I imaging he's probably a lot older than you, so you can imaging she said no. She also built and painted street cars for racing, and yes, she did race too. That's where she met Dominic. I think they were in love the day they met. She raced him and won. It was her first race, we were all very proud. Then the cops came, she ran, they chased her. Dominic came to her rescue, when she was shot. He fixed her up, and they spent more time falling in love.
Things always look better before they get worse, though. Aidan found her. He hired a woman to get close to them, so that she could bring Tianna back to him. She ran Romeo's car off a cliff. She managed to survive, but Romeo, that's her brother, he died. Then that woman took Tianna back to the institution. When they let her out, Aidan is going to have her again. He's going to kill her. That's why she ran, she knew one day it would get so bad he would kill her. Her running away is sure to have sped up that process.
Your daughter is in a lot of trouble. I don't know if you still care, or what happened to separate you from her. If you still, or ever, loved her. Please come. I don't know if you'll be able to help. But if you could just come, you might be able to do some good. Even if Dominic isn't able to save her, at least you could speak at her funeral. I'm sure she would like that. She misses you, I know. She still had pictures of you.
Angry fists balled the letter up, and the man cursed. He remembered Aidan, had met him once. The man had been on a business trip. He couldn't believe that Angelique had left him to marry that man. Now that man had his daughter. He was not going to stand for it. The man walked over to the phone, and laid the letter down. He dialed a few numbers, and as he held the receiver to is ear with his shoulder he smoothed the wrinkles from the paper. There was an address written at the bottom. "Yes, Milan, this is Osirus Ammon, I need a plane ticket for Los Angeles California. No, Tonight, today... right now is better. Just get me the ticket Milan, and get it fast."
