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46

It. Has. Been. MONTHS.

I know I know I know! Explanation? Ermmmm

Whatever! The past is in the past, and we should just focus on the future now, right guys? Hahahahahaa IM SO SORRY!!!

This will never happen again, and that is something I swear, swear, swear. Why? Well, because I've completely finished writing this book. EEEEEEEP!!

Enjoy this first of the last eight chapters. I love you guys. Thank you to the moon and back x10000 for your patience and for still being here.

Endless love,
- YUMNA xx

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"Dad!" I call out for the umpteenth time. I know he's alive, the lively snoring he's currently performing ever so soundly is making it hard to think otherwise.

Suddenly he jolts awake, like as if he's Frankenstein and I've just summoned him to life. Along with that, he exclaims, "Who let the dogs out?!"

I fight the urge to facepalm. What's with him and dogs?

"Dad, we don't even have a dog." I point out, a pinch of sadness dashing onto my heart at the thought. I always wanted a dog, but dad's allergic to them.

Ignoring my comment, he sits up on his bed, one hand rubbing his left eye whilst the other holding his head as he surveys his surroundings.

"Summer..." He calls, his hand reaching up to my chin in a fatherly-affection manner. "Why do I feel like I haven't seen you in—"

"—Hours?" I laugh genuinely, turning on my oscar-winning acting mode. I put a hand on his shoulder in a daughterly-affection manner, a hint of sarcasm as I say, "Well, dad, that's because we've been asleep for the past nine hours because it was nighttime and that's what people usually do at night—"

"—Alright, alright kid I get it." Dad grumbles, getting out of bed. "Yet, my body feels so strange... Like I've been hibernating for a couple of days or something..."

Crap, he's suspicious!

And so before I can stop myself, I spew out the quickest excuse I can think of in the moment... Which let's just say, isn't really the best thing to say to a man with age insecurities.

"Dad, I hate to break it to you, but you're old. Things like this happen to all old people."

My dad just stares at me with eyes that display the most sincere look of hurt.

Shoot. I shouldn't have said that.

With a convincing smile, I stand up and wraps my arms tightly around him. "Here, this should relax your body."

Little does he know that my hug means much more than that, and that he has been asleep for the past two days and that I haven't seen him in the past six.

I close my eyes, just taking in the moment and being so grateful that in the end, my father is alive and well. And bonus — he doesn't have any memory of the kidnapping!

Dad just awkwardly pats my back and laughs. "Okay sweetie, I'm sure I'm not that old. You can stopping squeezing the life out of me now."