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Mary sat alone in her kitchen, staring at the letter in front of her. Brandi and Jinx were out of town on a shopping spree, promising, as usual, to pay every cent back.
It's been too long since I've seen you. I've missed out on you and Brandi's childhood. We need to catch up, and I need to know that you forgive me for the foolish things I've done. This has been a tough decision for me to make, but I have to see you. Meet me at the old campsite where I took you for your eighth birthday. Bring someone with you, there could be trouble. Please, please come, I love you, all of you, but I think you're the only one who'll understand…
Mary felt her body tremble slightly. It had been so long, maybe even too long. Her dad, the man she idolized as a child, the man who-who abandoned her family. She took a deep breath, feeling a lump form in her throat. She would do it, she had to. How old was her dad anyway? How long did she have to actually see him again? She picked up her cell phone and dialled Marshall's number.
"Hey Mar, is there something wrong?"
"I need you to come over to my house now!" Mary hissed into the phone, just in case someone would find out about her dad. She hung up quickly.
"Mar? Mary? Hello?" Marshall cried, grabbing his gun and ran out of his house.
Mary paced back and forth in her bedroom, packing some clothes into a suitcase, just in case they were needed. She heard a sharp knock on the door, and Marshall's familiar voice stressed to a cry. She opened the door, pulling the bag up. Marshall was panting heavily.
"You okay?" he asked, his chest heaving.
"Yeah, Marshall, I'm fine. I need you to go somewhere with me." Mary shut the door, "My dad wants to meet me." Marshall shook his head, grabbing Mary's shoulders.
"Are you insane?" He demanded. Mary walked into the kitchen, showing the letter to him. Marshall read it, running his fingers through his dark hair. Mary looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Marshall, please. It's been 30 freaking years," she whined. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Your dad, he hangs around with the wrong people, Mar." He reminded her, "What if I take you there and something happens to you?" Mary sighed.
"That's my problem, Marshall. Will you go with me or not?" She demanded, trying not to get too angry. Marshall stared at her, knowing he would never be able to say no to this woman.
"Mary, please don't do this to me," he begged.
"I'm going whether or not you're coming," Mary reminded him, "Yes or no?"
"When do we leave?"
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