Samantha's pov
My father sat with me, his hand rubbing my hair gently. "You see what I told you. You s**t have known that I would come after you."
I sighed, still feeling uneasy. "Yes father. I understand. I'm sorry," I had been trying to be on his good side for a while now. Maybe he was doing this to gain my trust, maybe it was a way to show me he still loved me.
Just then, there was a knock on my room door. Father turned his red towards the door, and without hesitation, gave an order.
"You can come in."
It didn't take up to a second before he finally came into the room.
It was Richard, and he didn't seem happy. The way he frowned his face also alarmed my father's curiosity.
"Richard, what's the matter?" He asked, but Richard creased lined face only deepened.
"We need to talk, in
