Author's Note: As I've said in my page, everything I've posted here is someone's commission of my work. Meaning I have no control over the length and have to fit everything they ask for inside of the writing, meaning it's a little rushed sometimes. For those complaining the story is too short for you, please realize that I can only write as much as I'm being paid for, because the idea doesn't belong to me. Anyways, enjoy!
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Katie lived with her father alone and at 18 years old, about to go to college, they were still some of the best times of her life. She was a little hesitant about leaving him behind, since he was getting older and she didn't know if he would be capable of taking care of himself when he was gone. It worried her every day but she just tried to enjoy his company in the meantime before she left him, both of them knowing what would be inevitable after the summer ended.
Katie was a beautiful woman although she hadn't experienced much in the sense of relationships. She was focused on her studies and had always been more of an introvert than the type to want to go out and dance with boys at the club. It made her pretty isolated from the rest of her peers, but she was generally still very happy in life. She had gone out on dates once or twice but no one really interested her, and so nothing really came out of it. She could see guys eyeing her up occasionally, taking in her thin but curvy body as she walked by, carrying a stack of books at the library. She had long wavy black hair which she usually tied up into a ponytail, and thick black framed glasses that settled on her stunning blue eyes perfectly. Despite being focused on her studies, she cared about her appearance and took the time to put on makeup every day, something simple but enough to draw out her eyes as much as possible. It was her best feature after all, and something that she inherited from her father.
He was currently in his 50's and had been widowed two years ago by the death of his wife. Their period of mourning together had reignited their relationship as each depended on the other. Katie had encouraged her father to go out and find someone new but he had never done so, telling her that no one would ever compare to her mother, though she could see him looking at her once in a while, seeing her mother in her eyes as she grew from his little girl into a beautiful young woman. He was still very dashing for an old man and his blue eyes pierced against the pepper and salt stubble on his face, which he neglected to allow it to grow out into a beard. He had wavy grey hair and his face crinkled into a beautiful smile when he looked at her, which made everything she sacrificed worth it for Katie.
Yesterday had been her final day of high school and Katie lounged on the couch in her pyjamas, a tub of ice cream sat on the coffee table beside her with a spoon stood erect inside as she laid there on her stomach, a book in her hands. "Are you sure you don't want to go out and have fun with your friends?" Her father asked, looking up at her after peering inside the fridge.
She shook her head. "Nah, I've been wanting to finish this book for so long now, and I can finally do it after my exams."
He chuckled, the voice deep in his throat, and closed the fridge with a sigh. "I wish we had some of your mom's cooking."
She rolled her eyes. She hated when he brought her up. She missed her mother too, but invoking her name just brought back the pain of losing her. Sooner or later, he'd have to move on. "Enough already, I'll make you something." She got up and sauntered over to the kitchen, which faced a row of glass windows that ran from the floor to the ceiling and faced the ocean. They were at a penthouse suite, something they could afford due to her father's position as CEO at a law firm. It was absolutely stunning, and she would never be able to stop comparing her small dormitory room to the luxury they were used to every day.
He asked her if she needed any help, and she shook her head, shooing him to the living room to watch the game he had recorded earlier before his nap. She turned the fan on the highest, and started to hum to herself as she lost herself in the chopping and frying. When she was close to finishing, she called out to her dad, telling him to come and help grab the food. When he didn't respond she arched her eyebrows, confused. The kitchen was directly open to the living room, and despite the sound of the fan he should've been able to hear her. It was also peculiar that he hadn't said anything or complained to her about the players for quite some time. Her heart started to race a little, though she didn't actually think anything was wrong. It was just a bit of an ominous feeling. She carried the two plates in her hands as she walked over, still calling to her father over and over, louder each time.
When she finally reached the living room, she dropped the plates in shock. The food and porcelain clattered onto the ground with a shattering sound, and her eyes widened as she stared at her father with his arms up, his eyes centred on the man in the living room, holding him at gunpoint. "Dad!" She cried out, staring at him, and then at the man holding the gun.
"So nice of you to join us." The villain crooned, turning to face her.
"Katie, run!" Her dad said, looking at her finally with immense fear in his eyes.
"Dad, what's going on?!" She said, the fear evident in her voice as it choked out of her.
"We were just discussing what I'm doing here, why don't you sit down and come join us?" He said calmly.
She nodded, knowing there was nothing she could do but listen to him. She walked over slowly, and sat down on the couch, looking at the man sneering in front of her. He was wearing a ski mask, though it was easy to tell he was in his 30's and was experienced in whatever it was he was doing. "You can take anything you want." Her dad said urgently. "Just leave us alone. Please." He put his arm around her, holding her close.
