You act scared at his reappearance.

"Heather, it's me, daddy," he says, trying to reassure you. "Come here, baby."

"I don't think so," you say in a frightened voice.

"Now there, I ain't gone hurt you, baby, I just want to see my baby one more time," he tries to reassure you and somehow lead you to a false sense of security.

"Mom says you couldn't come to my party, that you got arrested the day before," you say what you actually heard from your mother two months before.

"Man, your mother is crazy---"

"She said you killed somebody," you interrupt.

"Now Heather, let's not make this any more complicated," he says now graduly stepping towards you.

Now scared to ****, you try to back up to the steps and to the door but you fall backward on your back. Your father immediately runs to you and climbs on top of you, pinning you to the ground. You scream a loud scream that anyone in a 50 yard radius could hear.

And someone did hear. Pots and pans rattled and a light came on that shown bright against a curtain in a window. You scream again and you hear the front door unlock and open. You see your mother peak out and then you scream again, but you are now being put over the shoulder of your father and he is carrying you to a car parked on the other side of the street.

Faintly you hear the call of your mother who now sees a man, carrying a girl in a prom dress across the street, "Heather, baby?"

"Mom!" you yell before being stuffed in the back of a four-door sedan and hitting your head on the opposite door.

Your mother now finds out that the girl in the prom dress is you and she runs out in her apron and strides to the car. Your father climbs into the driver seat and starts the car quickly. He peels out in a cloud of smoke and burning rubber and speed down the street and drift down a corner, with you **** in the backseat.

All your mother can do is run back into the house, call 911, and say that her daughter has been kidnapped by her father.