Looking at the picture of my dad on my phone, I began to have a sober reflection as to if I was getting things done right. He always wanted a good life for me, and I always dreamed of being a journalist.
But for me, those dreams had died along side with my dad. I had already taken the cruel road of revenge, and for me, there was no going back. All I wished for was to see Rosaline suffer till her death.
She has made me go through a lot, and she was not going scot-free. I walked into the site that morning fully charged up to deal with her. I got to where we locked her up and to my surprise she was gone.
Not only that she was gone, the man we assigned to stay watch as a guard had already left as well and there were no traces of the two. As I realised that I had lost my chance to exert my
