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3:37 ᴘᴍ

I was 10 years old when innocence was taken away from me.

After waving goodbye on my classmates, I whirled my head, looking for a familiar car that Papa drives. When I finally spotted my father, he hoisted me up immediately and before I could even protest, I was already on the front seat.

There was this heavy look on his face as he revved the car engine and steered the wheel. My gut warned me that something isn't right or I ate way too many nachos. Either way, I couldn't bear staying silent around any longer.

"Papa, are you okay?' I stared hardly at him, pouting. He inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh, like he was trying to calm himself. "Of course, sweetie." He glanced at me and continued. "Let's fetch Michelle, okay?"

Michelle doesn't go in the same school with me and so, papa fetches me first because Michelle's school was farther than mine.

I nodded as I attached my seat belt. I was still deep in my thoughts on the fact that Papa wasn't being himself. Without realizing, I called his attention again.

"Papa?"

He only hummed in response.

"Is mama at home already?"

I could see him flinching; his fists starting to clench on the wheel.

"(y/n) you see. . ." He paused, eyes narrowed. ". . .Mama is still on her work."

I was too young to even notice that he feigned it.

Papa pulled the car over as he clasped my shoulders.

"Remember when you wanted to join a car race?"

I nodded as he continued. "Papa will join a car race right now so hold on tight, okay?'

Nodding in response again, I latched on the seat belt as I giggled. I have always dream riding on a car full speed. The feeling of exhilaration as as the wheels go faster and faster makes me squeal in delight and I really wanted to feel that.

Papa pressed on the accelerator as the car moved again;  but this time, the speed has gotten faster.

Strange. Earlier, I just felt thrilled but now. . .

"Hold on tightly, (y/n). I'm gonna make a sharp turn!" Papa screamed. The realization hit me. I feel scared. I feel scared that we might get bump anytime soon.

"Papa! Stop! Papa, stop this!" I shrieked as I tried to grasp his sleeves. But it seems that my words can't get through his mind.

"We can't let the other cars surpass us, right? This is a race after all." He says, smirking. Despite him, being determined in this car racing, I want us to withdraw. I whirled around, only to see three, shiny black cars tailing behind with speed. Those cars all look the same.

"Papa, just let them win." I tugged his sleeve again, this time more force was added in it. The fear is still in me and no matter how I thought about happy things, it still doesn't work.

I was too young to notice that this wasn't a car race to papa.

"We can't, (y/n). Michelle is waiting." He said with calmness in his voice. I just don't understand everything. The cars are still behind, almost reaching us. Suddenly, a head bobbed out from one of the cars and the person was holding a . . . gun?