"Get out you bastard!"
"Just let me explain," he begged.
She looked at him in an unusual way, a way that struck every bone in his body, moved his heart; he felt a burning within that he could not explain. It was not what she said, he did not care about that but it was her, he had not seen her for a year. He just could bot leave her there hurting and crying. She did not deserve this, his conscience would not allow it.
She was a beautiful girl, she had a fair complexion, black bouncy hair, a radiant countenance and very classy in her attire. She loved wearing long flowing dresses with intricate designs. No one else he knew could pull off such a look. She was his only daughter, his bundle of joy, but everything changed since last year Christmas. Now, there was an incredibly drastic change in her appearance. Her once bouncy hair cried out for tremendous attention, her skin looked as if it was torched by the sun, she was only half-dressed; there was a visible sparkle at her navel and her shorts resembled a bikini bottom. She had an implacable sadness in her eyes hat he wished he could change. Mr.Kiffs was a man of high morals, pious in all his sayings, he was a deacon at his church. Every Sunday Mr.Kiffs and Angel, so they nicknamed her, would be on their way to church. As a single parent he taught her every Godly thing he knew; but as she grew an older teenager she became more and more defiant. She disappointed him and most of all she disgraced him.She got pregnant at the age of fifteen. She was no longer worthy to live with him, so he threw her out and she was left to face the world all by herself.
Mr.Kiffs reflected regrettably, he begged her to forgive him but Angel's heart was bitter towards him still. Her heart had become like stone. He gave up; he was so irate now, but with himself. He slammed the door behind him. He knew that this would be the last time. Angel stood behind the door, her eyes flooded with tears. She held the knob but was tempted to let go.
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