A R I A N A

I stared at my father, my vision blurry with tears, the ropes on my wrists felt so tight, but the fear in my heart felt even tighter.

He looked enraged and if looks could kill I’ll be six inches under the ground.

“Dad,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Please please do not kill my child., it doesn’t have to be this way, please, he is just a little boy. He has done nothing wrong… just let him go please.”

My father just stared down at me his face ...