A Stick Called the Truth

Kelly’s POV “Does my father know that his daughter wanted to kill me?” Luke shook his head. He was peeling the orange and giving it to me. I’m sitting on the bed while he’s sitting on the chair beside my bed. I ate lunch while he’s telling me everything he discovered. “He doesn’t know anything.” My forehead creased. “Are you sure?” “If you can’t trust your own father, you have to trust me.” “Why would I trust you again?” “Because you don’t have anyone to trust other than me?” I gritted my teeth as I stared at his serious face. I snatched the piece of orange and put it in my mouth. I chewed it with anger and he just sighs. “Can you still wait a few more months?” I looked at him angrily. “Damn it, Luke! Do you still have plans on setting me free? I’ve been waiting for three months now!” “Your sister wants to kill you. Mercilessly.” ‘Then we’ll kill each other!” “Can you kill?” I was rendered speechless. I couldn’t kill because I’m not a criminal. “I know you can’t because you never stain