Once we arrive, I rush out of the car and walk over to the front door. I knock and impatiently wait for someone to answer. I know I'm walking into the lion's den, but I don't care right now. All I care about is satisfying this anxious feeling deep within me. I need to find dad and make sure that he’s okay. Richie is capable of anything and god knows what he did or is about to do to my dad. I cannot imagine how much evil is in that man’s heart. He’s done a lot but I think it’s time for him to hold onto his evil mind because I do not play when it comes to my father.
Waiting for the door to be open, I could feel my heart beating out of my rib cage, I couldn’t believe that I’m standing in front of Richie’s house, the same man I walked away from two years ago. I hate to see Richie by my side,
