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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 13, 2019

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My name is Quinn Rosewall, and I am 14 years old. I am fairly – more like extremely – shy and quiet. I play guitar and I adore skateboarding. I have black hair with bangs that cover most of my piercing blue eyes and pale face. I wear mostly all black and some pastel colors. The most notable characteristic about me is the fact that I am the son of famous rock and alternative musician, Andy Rosewall. My dad is and will be my best friend, forever and always (as we say). I know I would not be here if it were not for him. 

Right now, I am on tour with him, he just released his new album, Broken Pieces. He is on the European leg – Dublin, Ireland right now, and today is his day off. We have not had much time to spend together between me doing exams and him touring North America. We left the hotel to head to a café on O'Connell Street. We walk in and sit. We talk about randomness, such as cute corgis and Batman. I look over at the cashier, they look kind of shady, this is making me nervous. “Daddy, did you see any bathrooms on the way in?” He looked up from his coffee. “No, what happened, Baby?” I shake my head and look around, seeing absolutely no one but the cashier. I start trembling. “Nothing... just anxiety...” I try to brush off the feeling of my stomach sinking as I get light-headed. I fall out of my chair and hit my head, knocking myself out. 

 

 

 

I wake up. An aching pain shoots throughout every inch of my body. I attempt to open my eyes, and once I do, I look around and whimper. I cannot find my dad anywhere, I start panicking. I try to stand but I am tied down to a chair, I feel helpless and I am helpless. My wrists behind my back. “Daddy! DADDY! Where are you?” I scream. A lady walks in. “Quinny, you are awake.” She smirks. “Umm, do NOT call me Quinny, only my dad can call me that. And where is my dad?” I cry out. She sighs and shakes her head, walking out the door and dragging in a chair with my dad tied up in it, a piece of duct tape over his mouth. She rips off the duct tape and he lets out a scream. “Lydia! Let me and my son go. We did nothing!” The lady – apparently named Lydia – simply walks closer to him. “I think you mean OUR son, Andrew. And what do you mean by you ‘did nothing’. You broke my heart because we were not supposedly ‘not meant to be’ because I was ‘abusive’. And you took Quinn when he was just four months old! I went to jail! And since you ruined my life, I am going to ruin yours.” She takes out a blade. 

I start crying. “No! Please no!” I cry out as tears stream down my face. She goes towards my dad and cuts his forearm, knowing that would bring back old memories and cause scary flashbacks. He tears up and looks away, closing his eyes. He grips the arms of the chair. His knuckles turn white. He bites his lips and it starts to bleed. She comes over to me and caresses my cheek, her sharp nails clawing at my sensitive skin. “So cute, but so horrid. Just like your father.” She slaps me across my face and then punches me in the stomach, full force. I pass out from the pain.  

 

 

 

I regain my consciousness due to feeling like I am swinging. I look around and all I see is the sky. I hear waves crashing and look down, I see the ocean and sharp rocks. I start breathing heavily, I feel my body restrained by ropes. I look up and see a cliff. I try to speak but it is impossible to get any words out of my mouth. I start screaming. “Daddy! Save me! Help!” I cry out. I see him standing at the edge with his arms completely bound back. “Quinny! Baby! I was trying, I was.” He sobs. I start crying. Then I hear screaming. Loud screaming. Blood–curdling screaming. I look up and see my dad with his thigh stabbed. “Quinn, I love you so much, Baby!” He cries out as he is pushed off the cliff, presumably by Lydia. I just watch in shock as he falls down the cliff onto the sharp rocks. He body splatters everywhere, and before I know it, I fall. Lydia cut the rope. I start falling faster and faster and faster. I am going to have the same fate as my dad. I hit the rocks... I am gone. 


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