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"The most dangerous people in this world are smart people!" My dad told me this when I was young. Well, I thought it was obvious back then but the moment when I actually understood this was when I met him.
World is unfair. The...
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"You are sexy."
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Y/N P.O.V...
"You know, Y/n. I love you a lot more than anyone else." A tear rolled down his cheek as he closed his eyes.
"Dad..."
"DAD!!!"
I shouted on top of my lungs. I couldn't stop my tears from flowing. He stopped breathing and there was no movement from him. I heard the footsteps of a few people who gathered here due to my loud voice but I couldn't concentrate on them.
But I could hear their whispers.
"Oh my god, was this a murder?"
"I wonder what this man did to be murdered like this."
"I knew the moment they came here that these both, father and daughter are suspicious. I am glad I stayed away from them."
Their malicious whispers embedded into my brain. Indeed, people are cruel.
I heard the siren of an ambulance, someone must have called them. It took no time for the ambulance attendants to come and pick up the body of my father. I gathered the minimum strength to get out of this cruel place. But before going, I took a short glance and laughed at them.
I got out of that place.
TIME SKIP...
It's been a few days since my father was murdered. I stayed at the hospital and some people over there were kind enough to feed me. The hospital was filled with people on their deathbeds. I watched them die quietly. The hospital was a mess and so is my mind.
Before I could realise, it was already the day of my father's funeral. I was sitting to a side quietly with a black attire. My father's family, which was not exactly a family, his adopeted sister who heard the news visited along with her husband and a boy of my age. They were sitting in the middle of the room, crying aloud.
Hah, to put it exactly, pretending to cry. I chuckled seeing that disgusting scene.
And on the other side, I could hear people whispering about me.
"Look at that child, not even shedding a tear at her father's funeral. What an immoral child."
"Leave it, it is none of our bussiness."
"Anyways, I wonder who will raise her." And right at that time, my father's adopted sister stepped in and raised her voice so that those people could hear.
