Thirty Two

I stared at my father with so much hatred for him in my heart. How could he lock up my bestfriend in his damn secret room. This is the reason why I haven't seen her since I returned from New York.

"I guess this is the best way to kill me, isn't it? Kill me and then leave my body here, and no one would ever find it." I said my hands tightening around my bestfriend wrist, my eyes watching my father in a calculative manner.

"Fortunately, you are right. It is indeed, the best way to kill a disobedient daughter. So why don't I just go straight to it." He smirked, then takes out a gun from his back and points at me.

"You wouldn't really kill your own daughter. Would you?." I uttered in shocked, as I stared at the gun in my father's hand in disbelief.

"Of course I can kill you, you are not my daughter after all." He dropped grinning. I just went from shock to frozen. He is joking right, there's no way what