Daniel

I lean up against the hood of the car after he hangs up the call on me, with his fucking threat. Slowly smoking a joint like I'm relaxed when I'm not.

I can't let my anger take complete control over my senses. I need to think, and I have to do that calmly,  but it's fucking difficult when my soft flower is missing and it's because my dad stole her. 

I haven't been calm all day and night, I kept on picturing her crying and screaming. He wouldn't want to spare her, ...