Dad Your princess misses you

" Princess why are you crying" dad said in a soothing voice as always. "Daddy everyone thinks I'm a coward" I replied . " Princess you are not a coward you are very strong. You have a lot of strength within you. Strength is not in revenge, hatred, fight or rebel instead you have a very special kind of strength within you which is known as endurance. You are my little warrior"

I woke up with deep breaths I miss my father. He has been my knight in shining armour. He used to tell me a lot about strength. He used to say that I have a special kind of strength of endurance and patience. He used to tell me to never give up. He used to be my side every single time. I lost my mother when I was five and for my better upbringing my father remarried he wanted everything for me to be the best. He was my hope in darkness. My stepmom was not bad either. Well, I have everything that I could ever ask for, a job , a house, a small family but still I am not used to living without him.

He was perfect dad anyone good ask for. Today is another day to build up hope . Again . To miss you . Again. A small part of me understand that life is not a bed of roses but a huge part of me still miss him a lot. Dragging myself out of the bed I started my day with my usual morning routine skipping the breakfast and coffee.

I am an editor in a publishing house I earn enough to pay my bills but that day was not the usual, I could feel something's off, something is about to happen, something is about to change something is about to come in my life without my concern or choice.

The day in the office was tiring but it feels good to do something to take my brain off of things. I feel alive. I don't know why I sound like an old woman. I don't know why I sound like I don't have any hope left maybe because I really don't.

Getting back from office was not a big deal either. But streets were planning something else I did not know or did not wanted to know either. I was walking back home and I felt a presence behind me without bothering to turn around I keep on walking and Walking and Walking. Because something in me was telling me to run away from the situation, the street . When the presence felt closer I started running, running for my dear life. I don't know why but I am running from that someone. The moment when I thought that I am in my block was the movement my breath betrayed me. I felt a cloth over my mouth. And I knew that it was chloroform. I don't want to breathe because I know if I breathe I will lose consciousness and I will end up I don't know where but that day my breath betrayed me. I couldn't even wonder and I was knocked off. Before I could fight actually.

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Opening my eyes I realise I am not in my usual bed. I am not in my room not even in my house. And the events of yesterday keep on rushing back to my memory. I panicked I thought of running away from here but that would have a lot of attension. I stood up and slowly slowly move towards the door.

The moment I opened the door. I was doomed. The same man who knocked me unconscious. What to do. The moment he saw me he dialled number on his phone and said "master she is a awake" whatever the master told him to do. I didn't got. But after that he somewhat dragged me back to the room and bind me to the chair.

Typical case of kidnapping. I am kidnapped !!! Realisation hit me and my brain was panicking before I could plan my escape.

I heard footsteps ,confident , loud footsteps and something in me was telling me to run ,even more stronger than before, as if I am going to face the world's most dangerous thing or the world's most dangerous person is going to face me and then the door creaked open.