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I've got my pride, so hear me sing *16*

*Sorry I haven't wrote this ina while. I just recently got a new idea, and here it is :D hope you like it-Fluffykins*

I can't believe I am staring at my father.

Not how I wanted to meet him, but hell take what you get I suppose.

Me: *Comes over and sits in the chair in front of him* Dominic Thompson?
Dominic: *looks at me* Yeah. Who are you?
Me: I'm you're daughter.
Dominic: Wait that would have to mean-
Me: *sighs* I'm Maria Carmen's daughter.
Dominic: Well...I never thought I'd be seeing my kid this way.
Me: Tell ya the truth, I never thought I'd see you period. Seeing how you were dead for almost twelve years.
Dominic: What do you mean dead? *raises eyebrow*
Me: Momma said you were dead from before I was born, till now.
Dominic: Why would she tell you that?
Me: I guess she was mad because you left before I was born.
Dominic: Well, there is some truth in that. But you should know the real truth though.
Me: Why does everyone say that? How much more truth can there be?
Dominic: Say what?
Me: That I'll learn the real truth. What real truth? You left before I was born, didn't you? Then a few years later ended up here for doing some bad stuff, right?
Dominic: Kiddo, I think it's best you stay sitting.
Me: Why?
Dominic: Cause you're about to hear the truth you should've heard 12 years ago.
Me: Um...okay...

Dad took a breath before he started talking. From experience, I learned when someone takes a breath before telling you something...you're not going to like how it ends.

I waited for my long, lost father to finally start talking again. And when he did...I was so right. I did not enjoy what he had to say afterwards.

Dominic: Okay. Before you were born, I did a lot of horrible things to so many women. I had a wife and a son of my own. So due to my stupid self, you also have a half brother you never knew about. I kept doing all this bad shit to those innocent women, and you're mother was one of them. I pretended I was going to kidnap Prince and Paris...I would've gone better if your mother wasn't a great fighter. I finally knocked her out, put Prince and Paris in a different room, did a terriable thing to your mother...then the next thing I am aware of...she is with Child. My child. She was with you, Lillian. And I know hearing your dad is a bad guy is the worst thing you could ever hear..but it's the truth. *takes my hand, holds it tightly* I don't want you to think you were a mistake, okay? You're about the most loved child I could ever know. You're mother hopefully told you that I never stopped thinking about you or stopped caring for you-though I never met you in person. That's a father's job. Love his child, no matter what happens. I am not asking for forgiveness...and I am not asking you to love me. All I am asking is for you to be like this forever. A lovely, beautiful little girl that has a whole life ahead of her. Lilly, that is all I'd want. And for you to know, I'm here with you no matter what. You know that right?

I said nothing as I got up and left my father's table. I heard him calling out my name, I didn't turn back. I didn't want him to see my tears. How could someone I thought as a Prince end up being a bad guy?

My childhood dreaming of who my father was was in vain. He was not like I thought he was, he was just a criminal. Tears kept falling as I met up with Omar, he grabbed my hand as we went back to the car.

Something inside wanted me to just quit this riddle crap...but something else inside of me kept saying keep going, you're getting close to solving it. I closed my eyes, rested my head on Blanket's shoulder(oddly he let me) and staid there. Par was still on her phone when she looked like she got a strange text that she wasn't even expecting.

Blanket: *sees* what's wrong sis?
Pairs: I-I think...we have the next riddle. And this time, someone texted it to me.

Omar stopped the car, we all turned to looked at Paris as she started reading it out loud. This just gets wired and wired.

*There was part 16. Part 17 and the others will be here once I am back from my vaction to the beach. Have fun guys, hope your summer is going grreat :D*

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