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Star – Age 10
I quickly checked my purple dress in the mirror one more time. The yellow gold star bracelet shines against my wrist that Zayne bought me, and I smile wide. My dark blonde hair is up in a neat bun that my momma did for me, while my caramel eyes shine with happiness. Today's my art show at school. The teacher said she'd never seen someone my age with this kind of talent.
I'm nervous but excited. My daddy, who has been away on club business, said he's coming to it because my best friend Zayne has to be with the club that both our fathers are a part of. He's eight years older than me, but he has always been by my side and my person. He bought me the bracelet last week and made me promise to never take it off.
I quickly rush out of my pink room, heading down the stairs.
My sister is sitting on the black sofa on her phone. Her long blonde hair is up in a messy bun. She's four years older than me and really mean; for as long as I can remember, she's treated me badly. If momma or daddy paid any attention to me, she tried to take it away again, and most days I'd come home to find my pocket money gone. I turn the corner, heading towards the kitchen, ignoring her, when a grin takes hold of my face and I squeal.
"DADDY."
Momma chuckles while he grins at me; his caramel eyes, much like my own, much to my sister's dismay, are shining with happiness as I run over to him. He catches me with ease, lifting me up, and I hold onto him tightly. "I missed you, Daddy."
He squeezes me, kissing my head.
"Not as much as I missed you, Starry."
I grin at my nickname and hold onto him tighter before he drops me down. I can see Emma in the corner of my eye scowling while Daddy takes me in. "You look like the perfect princess. Are you ready to go?" I swallow hard and nod, trying to hide my nerves, but he sees it; he always does. "You're going to do amazing, Star; I promise, I've seen your work." I grin at him before he kisses my forehead. He goes over to Momma and gives her a chaste kiss, making her smile wide before he wraps his arm around my shoulders, guiding me to the door. He points at Emma and says, "Stay out of trouble, Emzy."
She smiles at him before sneering at me when he's not looking, like the immature girl she is, but I ignore her as we go out the glass front door. Who knew I was more grown up than my older sister?
Daddy passes me my yellow daisy helmet, and I climb onto the back of his gray Harley when he's seated before wrapping my arms around his waist. I love riding on the back of my dad's bike. It's like freedom and peace all wrapped up together.
My dad drives away from our country-styled brown home, which is a few miles away from the club, heading towards my school.
I'm so nervous.
What if it's not good enough?
What if they all laugh at me?
What if Daddy doesn't like it? I mean, some of my paintings are of his bike!
I squeeze my dad tighter, trying to stop my thoughts from going over and over before something smashes into the back of his bike. I scream as my dad keeps control of the bike; he curses before squeezing my hands. I turn my head and manage to just see a man in his early twenties on a dirt bike with no helmet on grinning. He has a devil's cut on him, his greasy hair is all over the place, and his dark brown eyes look dead, and I swallow hard. He revs up to us again, making me gasp as my dad tries to lose him when the man points a gun at us. He shoots, and I scream as it hits my leg, pain shooting through me.
Dad curses again, revving his bike before going even faster.
"HOLD ON STARRY."
I do as I'm told, holding my daddy even tighter, my heart racing. He tries to lose the bike before the man behind us shoots again, hitting my dad's back tire. It goes bang, and I scream as we're both flown off it. I go flying in the air before scraping across the gravel, the stones burning into my skin. I hit my head hard, making me go dizzy despite my helmet. I felt so dizzy that I felt sick, and my eyes started to go black before I heard my dad call my name.
I pass out with only one thought on my mind:
Daddy.
I blink my eyes; the light is blinding. It takes me a minute. I look around, seeing that I'm in a hospital. My momma's talking with Uncle Doc, a club brother, while Emma stands near my bed, not really seeing anything, her eyes cloudy.
"Doc, it's been three days; when will she wake?"
Her face is red and puffy, and I remember, Daddy. My body starts to shake, and just as Doc is about to talk, I start screaming as pain shoots through my body.
"DADDY…DADDY...WHERE'S MY DADDY…"
My mom gasps as tears run down my face. I want my daddy.
Uncle Doc rushes over to me while Momma cries, looking into my eyes, which look so much like her husband.
