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When we got there, the first thing I wanted to do was ride on one of the rollercoasters.

"Can I? Please Father?" I gave him my best puppy face.

He looked away "Fine, but only one ride,"

"Yay!" I skipped happily towards one of the rides with my parents in tow.

"You two go on ahead," My mother said, "I'll stay here until you finished."

My Father nodded and he went on with me. The experience was amazing. Being able to move so fast from this way to that way. I was sad when it ended.

When we got off the ride I looked over at Father to see him puke in a nearby trash can. I giggled.

Once he recovered, we went to go see Mother but she wasn't anywhere to be found.

Father narrowed his eyes and continued to look around. He quickly walked me over to a nearby stand and bought me cotton candy.

He took out his phone and made a few phone calls.

Hours passed and I could barely taste the cotton candy in my hand. My feet hurt and I began to whine.

"Father," I whined, "My feet hurt!"

He growled at me with such ferocity that I began to cry.

"Shut up!" His face was so twisted up, I could barely recognize him, "You stand there and you don't say a word!"

I nodded with tears streaking my face.

When night fell, he grabbed by the arm roughly, leaving a mark. He practically shoved me in the car and told the driver to take us home. The driver knowing how angry my Father gets, said nothing but did as he was told.

All the way home Father still held a tight grip on me. It made me cry harder.

"Shut up!" Father screamed, "Stop with your useless crying! It'll get you nowhere!"

The sobs ceased but the tears continued their downward path. The driver stopped at the front door and Father pushed me out. I landed with a yelp on the hard pavement, scratching my knees and hands.

Father pushed me up and took me inside. He practically dragged me up the stairs and into his office. He went to his desk with his back behind me. He stood there and said nothing. I decided to look down to find big bruises and cuts on me. It made the tears fall down harder.

When I looked back up, he spoke.

"Do you know where your Mother is?" He asked,his voice barely containing his rage.

"N-no.." I said with a shaky and tearful voice.

"Well it's because of you she's gone!" He turned around. His face was stoic and so full of coldness...I would know that face for years on end...

"What do you mean 'gone'...?" I asked in a small, fearful voice.

"She left because of you! Because of your selfishness she decided to run away with another man!"

I shook under his rage.

"Manny!" He yelled.

"Yes sir?" A thirteen year old boy came through the door, he just started his internship this year.

"Take her away to her room, I don't wanna see her any longer and she will not get any dinner, do you understand?"

"Yes sir, right away sir," He bowed and gently took me away.

He sat me in on the bed. He looked sad. He patted me on the head

"Don't worry, so long as I'm here," I looked up at him, "I'll protect you"

He hugged me. I barely registered what he said...I felt so dead inside...