My dad, Chelsea and I were sitting on a chair in the amusement park. We had just finished playing the 'merry-go-round'and were now taking ice cream, laughing as Dad cracked jokes.

  Suddenly, dad stopped talking and Chelsea and I turned to look at him. My dad was tensed up, I held his hand unsure of what to do and he looked at me, smiling softly as he smoothened my hair. But I was not convinced, something was not right.

  Before I knew was happening, four men dressed in black appeared at our front and roughly dragged us up.

   "Please, leave them out of this, they're just little kids, let them go, please", dad pleaded and the one of the men smirked.

  "Boss ordered us to take everyone with you", he answered and as if giving a signal, he looked at the other men and they dragged us to the van. Dad was pleading with them to release us but they ignored him.

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  The room we were thrown into was a stinking, dirty, dark room. Cigarettes and empty bottles of alcoholic drinks were scattered on the floor. There was a dim light hanging on the ceiling and we were careful since it was ready to fall down any minute.

  "It's okay, babies, everything will be okay", dad said as Chelsea began to cry. I held her hands and hugged her tightly. The door opened and dad stood up, pulling us behind him.

  "Mr Weston", a young man, about my dad's age, came inside with some armed men.

  "Mr Philip Smith",my dad answered and I looked at him. He wasn't supposed to know our kidnapper.

  "Now,we're back to formal level, square one", he joked. "Oh my......... your kids are beautiful", he squatted to our direction as Dad held us tightly. "What's your name, darling?".

"Natasha, and that's my sister, Chelsea", I answered with fear.

  "Beautiful name", he patted my head but my dad removed his hand.

  "Don't touch my daughter. Leave them out of this", dad snapped and he laughed.

  "You were the one who got them involved in this, if only you had signed that fucking document, there wouldn't have been any problem. It was just a simple task that you refused to do".

   "I couldn't do something illegal. My family was at stake, I couldn't do it", dad lamented.

  "And their lives are still at stake because I'll make sure I wipe away every soul  that has to do with you", he smirked.

  "Please, I'm begging you, let them go, they're just either years, leave them alone".

  "You brought this upon yourself, Adrian. Maybe this was your fate. Have fun, I'll be back", he said and left the room.

  "Uncle, are we gonna die?, Chelsea asked and dad smiled softly at us.

  "No darling,I'll protect you".

  "I'm here for you, dad", I assured him and he laughed.

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  "Dad, I'm hungry", I whined. We've been in this room for some time now and there was no sight of Philip Smith.

  "I'm sorry, princess, there's nothing to eat here. Just bear with me for some time, I'll find a way to get you both out of here".

  "What about you, uncle?".

  "Don't worry about me, Chelsea. I want you both to have this in mind, when Philip comes here again, I'll try to provoke him so as to get him distracted. The door will be opened, I want you to run away as fast as you can".

  "No dad, we can't leave you here alone".

  "You both should not worry about me, just do as I say and protect yourselves first. No matter what happens, do not look back, okay?", he asked and we nodded.

  The door opened and Philip Smith was back. I shook in fear as I looked at my dad.

  "How are father and daughters doing?", he asked with a smirk.

  "Don't bullshit me, Philip. No matter how hard you try, I'm not scared of you and the shitty things you do".

  "What?"

  "Don't forget that I know everything about you, how you killed Cecilia just because she refused to date you, how you poisoned the mafia king's wife because of money, everything", dad released both our hands and beads of tears dropped from my eyes.

  Philip came closer to dad and punched him so hard in the face that I winced. He turned to look at me and dad held his hands, drawing him closer which made him shift his gaze from me.

  "Come face me, you coward", dad threatened and Philip bursted into laughter. Before we could register what was happening, Philip's fist had connected with dad's jaw. I shut my eyes tightly and tried to control myself from screaming so as not to attract any attention. I knew better than to get dad angry.

  Philip punched him again and blood oozed out of his mouth. Beads of tears dropped down from my eyes as I looked at Chelsea. She was also looking at me, her face wet with tears.

  "Go, run, both of you, go", dad shouted as Philip threw him down and got on top of him, ready to throw punches. He looked at our direction and immediately, Chelsea and I started running. Philip got up from dad and I stopped running.

  "Dad, let's go", I screamed.

  "Don't look back, just go. Run and take care of yourselves".

  "DAD!", I shouted, crying. Chelsea took my hand and started running out of the room.

  We both glanced back for a slight look at dad and we saw as Philip brought out a knife.

  "DAD!".

  "UNCLE!".

  But it was too late, Philip had sliced his throat.

"DADDY!", I screamed as my father's lifeless body was dropped on the floor. I looked at Philip, my eyes bloodshot, staring daggers at him as he smirked, coming to our direction.

"Natasha, let's go", Chelsea and I began to run, crying as we did. I was at the front and she was at my back. I heard a gunshot and took a moment to look at Chelsea and there she was, laying on the floor, in a pool of blood.

  "CHELSEA!", I screamed as I made to go help her but she shook her head.

  "Run, don't look back, just go".

  "No, I can't leave you here, dad said we should go together".

  "Don't worry about me, just run before the others catch you here"

  "No, Chelsea", I said, crying again as one of the men saw me and started approaching.

  "Run, Natasha, run", she spurted and finally fainted.

  "CHELSEA!".

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"uhhh!"

I woke up, panting as beads of tears ran down my face. I breathed heavily, trying to regain myself as I took a glass cup of water which I always kept beside me before going to bed since I had the same nightmare every night.

I ran into the bathroom and washed my face in the sink. I sat down on the floor as tears filled my eyes.

"This is all my fault", I blamed myself,the same thing I have been doing ever since the incident ten years ago. Tears ran down my face and I bursted into fresh tears.

"Philip Smith, you bastard, I'm coming for you", I said in between tears, my eyes bloodshot.