WARNING: THREATS AND MENTIONS OF DEATH, ATTEMPT OF UNALIVING.

A/N: I do not go into the detail, its only an attempt so you are safe. This chapter involves deep daddy issues a.k.a crazy person.

My throat is dry like a desert, as I stare at this person I tried to run away from. In my head, I am slowly going back to the prison I once was kept in. His cracked lips creepily smile at me, his eyes are wide open while he stares back at me, probably thinking of a new way to scare a living soul out of me.

"Did you miss me, babygirl?" His voice is raspy, like he smokes two packs of cigarettes each day, the sound of his voice reminds me of a rusty metal scraping on a chalkboard. Shivers run up and down my spine when my brain finally registers his nickname for me, I was really hoping I would never hear it being said.

"H-how did you find me? Why?" I ask, my voice coming out as trembling as a string on a guitar.

"Does it matter? I am here now and that is all what is important," he says and slides of the high bar chair, his steps are sloppy and unsteady as he finds a way to the enterance of the bar. He stands in front of me not moving a muscle, but his eyes are telling me everything.

"I think we have some things to sort out," he tilts his head on the side, creepy smile following along. Standing just a few steps away from him, I can already tell he is under the influence of alcohol, if not even something stronger. Out of the habit I take few steps back, I need to get away from him while I still have the chance.

"We do not," I say trying to sound stern and confident. Unfortunately, it does not affect him, he just chuckles.

"Oh, but we do. You know, while I was in prison, your mommy and I exchanged some letters. We've actually come up with some pretty wild ways on how to make you regret sending us to the prison," he takes a deep breath, as if he is nervous in front of the crowd because of what he has to say next.

"You can't do this. You know you will end up in prison again," I say, hoping it will change his mind. Why would a father try to hurt his daughter?

"Your mommy said to wait for her release day, but I was so eager to fullfill my promise," a smirk he had on his face throughout his performace, stretched into the most sinister smile I have ever seen. I scan my bar looking for anything I can defend myself with, but on my bad luck, everything remotely helpful is on his side.

"You are sick!" I scream and he just laughs at my face, that kind of laugh that a person throws his head back, puts a hand on his chest, that kind of laugh no one in a dangerous situation should experience.

"Oh, babygirl, tell me something I don't know," he says. My legs turn into a stone when I see his hand reach for the knife I usually cut lemon with, I gulp so loudly that I think he heard it too.

The next second, he snaps out of his calmness and charges towards me, a knife high in the air, ready to fullfill his intention. I, too, snap out of my frozen state and jump over the bar and sprint to the enterance doors, ready to regain my freedom. I slam my hands on the doorknob and open the doors fully, I try to close them, but the slow closing sistem on the top of the doors make me look stupid and in disadvantage. I groan loudly and let them go and go back to sprinting as far as I can.

There are people on the streets, but I am not sure on asking for help from them. I don't know how crazy my dad got and I would never forgive myself if another person got hurt because of me. I try to find the best hideout, but after good five minutes of sprinting I can't find any. At this point, I can only lead him back to my apartment and then I am in an even bigger mess. Suddenly, I get the amazing idea to lead him straight to the police station.

I take a look behind me and notice he is nowhere to be seen, I still don't stop with my running. While I am in advantage of the situation, I find a payphone to call the cops and explain everything, I want to feel safe again, I want him gone. I need him gone.

I pick up the pink telephone reciever and diall 911 I quickly slam it back on its place when even for a call to the police they ask for money. My head spins on the street looking for anyone who could lend me a phone to call from. Some elder man walks peacefully in my direction and I pick my saviour by getting his attention. I beg him to help me and he does.

"911, what is your emergency?" Stern, female voice answers, immediately, I take a deep breath and remind myself to remain calm so I can explain my problem.

"Hi, my name is Eliana James and my father is out to kill me. He already came to my work place, threatend and tried to stab me with the knife, but luckily I ran away to safety," I say, my eyes fall on the eldery man, who now looks terrified, I can't blame him.

"Do you know your fathers whereabouts at this moment?" She asks.

"No, I lost him couple of streets away," I say.

"How far is your residence?"

"About half an hour from my current position. You don't mean to tell me to just go home?" I can feel my heart quicken its beats.

"No, ma'am, that would put you in the bigger danger. Does your father know where your residence is?" She asks.

"No, I moved here secretly when he was put in jail. He found me somehow," judging by all these unimportant questions about my residency, I can only tell she is in her shift for too long or just arrived after she overslept her alarm. Why would she ask me how far my residence is, implying I should just go home and expose myself like that?

"Can you tell me more about your father, like his description and his name, so the unit we will send out recognises him,"

"His name is Rick James, black hair with gray hairs around his ears, blue eyes, thin cracked lips. He is currently wearing dark green jacket and blue jeans," I describe him the best I can, its amazing how I memorized him.

"Alright, thank you. And could you please give me the adress of your work place? I will send out two police officers there," she says, well that makes so much more sense. I tell her the address and she advises me to remain calm and try to go home, where later police will come to update me of the progression. For all I care, I just need to know he is locked away once again.

All this means I have to leave everything behind and flee. Everything I worked so hard for will be out of my hands and name over night.

With high caution and constant checking behind my shoulder and everywhere around me, I arrive to the enterance of my apartment building. All of my belongings are at the bar, but on my luck I have the spare key underneath the mat, I just need this front door unlocked. I ring on someones last name and without question, buzzing sound unlocks the doors. Thinking about it for a second, I hate how a person didn't even check if I am someone who is a resident here or a killer.

I go inside the dark corridor and quickly enough, I am in front of my doors, searching for the spare key. Once I find it, I use it to unlock the doors. I sigh louldy, feeling my shoulders relax once I am inside, finally safe. I lock the doors and leave the spare key on the lottle cabinet beside the doors and turn on my heels to say hi to my cat.

Little spark of joy lights up my mood when I don't see her waiting for me on the counter, lady finally learned her lesson. But, every sigh of light and joy I felt, drops to the basement of my building when I see my cat all full of love and affection, lying on the most dirtiest blue jeans I have ever seen, being stroked by slim and wrinkled hand that belongs to my father.