Obsession

ill

e but also anxious to begin a new chapter in my life. I just received my degre

my father; He is also my father's best friend. He was the first to greet me when I first arriv

I say with a big smile before

we pull apart from each other. "It's ha

or me it felt

ouis Vuittons handbag on my lap. Anton takes his seat in the passenger's side before looking ba

the busy city outside. I reach into my hand bag, pulling

" My step mother Yolanda ask

." I a

l for me to meet my father at his office. He is a very important political figure in the country, so

thing oka

the line before she speaks aga

is office." I assure

ons and an unsettling feeling the whole drive there. My father is usually a ver

a bouquet of red roses in hand. I thought he was my prince charming coming to take me away. We spen

e in my fathers arms as he sings me spanish lullabies to sleep. "Miss Ayala.

the car. After fixing my blazer dress I follo

f men blocking the entrance. "Apa." I say a

of the men move over, allowing me to pass through and find my father sitting at his d

e addressing me. "Remember when you were ten and I promised to find the man responsible for your mothers death?" I don't say anything as my attention

ip and respond in

e he

his blindfold and his black swollen eyes slowly meet mine. "Look good at this man. He is re

red in blood and burses. His clothing no longer holding any color as they hand off

to my father. "May I go?" without a word, my father nods his

begin to feel like Jello and my head spinning as thoughts of that day flood back. My mothers fa

as if trying to break free. I can hear a man's voice in the d

emories of earlier begin to flood the memory. "I'm sorry." My father's low voice break

g my father my full atte

forward without the

eath I give a n