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I've got my pride, so hear me sing *15*

*Here is part 15. Lets go!-Fluffykins*

(Lillian)

Omar stopped and let us get something to eat-McDonalds. Atleast it's food. I got me a chicken sandwhich, Blanket got a double cheeseburger, Paris got a salad, Omar got two double cheeseburgers. While we ate, we had one disguises so no one would know who we are.

Omar: *after swallowing* Ohkay. The jail is right up the road from here. *looks at me* Are you sure you're ready to see your old man, Lil?
Blanket: Yeah. We can just drop the letter off.
Me: No. I need to do this.
Paris: *rubs my back* And we're with you one step of the way.
Me: Thanks...

Truth is, I wasn't sure if I was ready to see him. I knew deep down me given him this letter will give me the next riddle...but I don't know how I am going to talk with him. I need to know the man that's never been in my life. The man I've made into a prince-me being the princess-that lives into the castle with a beautiful queen. I never got that, but I am the one who is going to find my father-the prince charming I've made him up to be. We all continued eating until we were done. We loaded back into the car, then headed towards the jail. I held the letter tightly in my hands re-reading the letter and thinking of things I could say to him. Hopefully it's visiting days for the guys. Hopefully.

Finally we pulled into the parking lot of the jailhouse. Omar held my hand and walked me inside of the jail, the cop greeted us warmly and read the rules to us. I handed him my I-pod and phone. He told me he'll give them back to me once I was done visiting.

Cop: Now. Who is she seeing?
Omar: Her father?
Cop: Ohkay. Her name? *gets pad out*
Omar: Lillian Amanda
Cop: Last night.
Omar: *looks at me*
Me: Thomas.
Omar: *looks back to the cop* 
Cop: What's your father's first name?
Me: Dominic.
Cop: Oh, that Thomas. Must be a child from his last victim.
Me: *looks at Omar* Victim?
Omar: Y-you'll see.
Cop: She doesn't know?
Omar: She's been told he's been dead by her mother for years. She doesn't know.
Cop: *reaches out and pets my head* I'm sorry that you'll learn the truth.

What truth!? He just left when I was young...right? What other truth is there?

Cop: Fallow me.
Me: *looks at Omar**looks back to the cop* Oh...ohkay.

I fallowed the cop to the room where I could visit my father. I mean, what is so wrong. I also told him after I was done to give this to him.

Me: Momma wanted me to give this to him from her.
Cop: Ohkay. *takes it for me* I'll be sure to do that. Now, go through that door and a officer will have your father waiting for you.
Me: *nods*

I went the way the cop said. As I walked into the room, I couldn't believe I saw him.

My father.

*There was part 15. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Till next time*

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