The prison was five miles out of town so it took a few minutes to get there.

Normally when I visited my Dad, we talked through the glass thing that they have connected to speaker and microphone. But today, since they were getting him ready for the trial, I got to see him in his cell.

Stanley was permitted to come with me but everyone else had to stay in the lobby. The prison guard led us to the cell. Dad was sitting there in handcuffs with another guard in his room. He saw me and was allowed to walk up to the bars and talk to me.

"Hey, Baby. They told me what happened. Don't worry, she won't get you." He looked pale and sick.

"Daddy, are you alright?"

"Oh sure sweetheart, I'm-" He cut off and fell to the ground. I screamed and tore at the lock to get in. The guard let me in and I held my precious father's head in my arms. His eyes opened and he looked at Stanley who was kneeling beside me. "Take care of her, Stanley." Stanley nodded and then his eyes rolled closed.

"Daddy! Please don't leave me! Please!" The guard felt of his neck.

"I'm sorry, Miss. He's gone." I stared with disbelief at the guard and then back down at my father's face.

"Daddy!" I whispered and then planted a kiss on his cheek. I cradled him close to me, wishing that he was still there.

"Come on, Miss; there's nothing more you can do." The guard took my father's body out of my arms and Stanley helped me to stand. I clung to him like saran wrap.

"Don't ever leave me, Stanley."

"I won't ever, I promise. No matter what happens."

The court was informed of my father's death so they postponed the trial for two days to give us time for a funeral.

I was again digging a grave and standing at a funeral with all of my friends, but this time, Stanley never left my side.

Mr. Sir was allowed to come to the funeral with a guard watching him. His time in prison had softened his heart and now he was a very kind man. He stood beside Magnet on the other side of the hole until the funeral was over. Then he walked up to me.

"I'm sorry, Deyna. I truly am. I only wish that there was some way that I could help." He embraced me in a gentle hug.

"That's okay, Mr. Sir." I looked around for the Warden. "I half expected the Warden to come. Where is she?" Mr. Sir looked uneasy.

"Oh, I thought that they had told you. She escaped from prison a week ago and a half ago. The world isn't safe with that woman lose." He squeezed Stanley and left with a smile to me. I smiled a little but remembered why my life was miserable. One of the reasons was walking up from behind us.

"Oh, sweetheart! I came as soon as I heard!" She tried to hug me but Stanley stopped her and held me to him. She shrugged it off. "So, when are they going to read the will?" I felt like hitting her.

"My father didn't own anything. You don't care about him, even if you were my mother. All you want is the money that my grandparents left me." She acted like I was delusional.

"My baby is talking nonsense! She needs a day out with her mother after this horrible incident." She tried to take me again but Stanley's mom stopped her.

"Hey, listen, Barbie, I'm more of a mother to Deyna than you are so back off." She growled and stomped off, muttering.

The trial went back on the next day and I was sitting miserably in the court mourning my beloved father. My lawyer sensed this and did not call me to the stand. After a while of talking and questioning with Mr. Sir, Stanley and others, the judge stood up.

"The court has come to a decision."