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**He is still my father**
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The car sped through the dark night, it's headlights flashing, warning the incoming traffic. Angry, snarling thunderstorm boomed in rage, shaking the whole town to its core while the white lightning danced its way through the nearly black clouds that concealed the moonlight. People are seen hastening to some secure places while some cars were stopped in the middle of the road as the people that left them there hurried away, worrying to get home safely was the only thing that preoccupied their minds.
He needs to make it there before everything takes to an injurious turn. He swerved his car, increasing his speed limit as the seconds ticked by. His body shook in fear and his right leg trembled slightly, that happens when he’s surrounded by apprehension and by the current situation, he is deeply worried about his well-being. One more raging thunder growled, making him jump in his seat a little. Everything’s going hazy as the rain poured unceasingly that every drop makes a loud thumping sound on the roof of his car. Even with the continuous use of the wiper against his windshield, he’s still uncertain about his direction. Throughout his rain covered window, the only thing he can make out are the some blurred shops, those had lighted signboard on them.
His hands seem to loosen from the steering wheel as he started feeling his head go frenzy, not a good combination. The car was now out of control as it glided through the slippery road, even the little power over it was completely lost. He knew he was dying. He clutched his hands together tightly, mumbling frantic prayer even though it was of no use. The car bumped harshly with the sidewalk and turned over, making him close his eyes tightly. He felt his head smashing with the steering wheel. Warm liquid along with its putrid smell oozed out from his forehead as he cried out in pain. The car rolled over and over until it came to stop after crashing into a large supermarket. The glasses of the window shattered due to the car’s heavy weight, some piercing his skin even though he was upside-down.. The last thing he saw the blurred smokes blowing off from the headlights of his car as the car was badly deformed due to the crash. He wished he never left for Brighton today morning as his eyes closed and he passed out.
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‘He was badly hit on his head. We are still not sure but it may lead to concussion due to the collision but we are uncertain. He is unresponsive, just the breathing rate is what we collected as far. His earlier medical records states he is a smoker and that damaged half of his right lung. He requires a lung transplant or he won’t live. We need to hurry, step up to the surgery, miss, or else your father is in great danger. Thankfully, he wore the seat belt and that prevented him from flying out of the car. We can collect a lung but it will cost 2 million dollars. If you’re ready to pay the money, there are no worries. The surgery will be done within that day or else you need to bring one immediately.’ ranted Dr. Kinsley, with pity lingering her voice.
A smoker? When did he turn like that? It seems like I have never known him my entire life. The father I used to know never took a drag of those harmful substance and scolded if anyone took it in front of him. I knew it would come to this point very soon. But where do I collect this huge amount of money from? My father may be rich and powerful but I was no daughter of his anymore since the day he kicked me, his own daughter out of the house. He remarried after my mother’s death due to cancer, to a wicked lady who’s profound hunger for my dad’s company, Coulson Ent. grew profusely. She...
The car sped through the dark night, it's headlights flashing, warning the incoming traffic. Angry, snarling thunderstorm boomed in rage, shaking the whole town to its core while the white lightning danced its way through the nearly black clouds that concealed the moonlight. People are seen hastening to some secure places while some cars were stopped in the middle of the road as the people that left them there hurried away, worrying to get home safely was the only thing that preoccupied their minds.
He needs to make it there before everything takes to an injurious turn. He swerved his car, increasing his speed limit as the seconds ticked by. His body shook in fear and his right leg trembled slightly, that happens when he’s surrounded by apprehension and by the current situation, he is deeply worried about his well-being. One more raging thunder growled, making him jump in his seat a little. Everything’s going hazy as the rain poured unceasingly that every drop makes a loud thumping sound on the roof of his car. Even with the continuous use of the wiper against his windshield, he’s still uncertain about his direction. Throughout his rain covered window, the only thing he can make out are the some blurred shops, those had lighted signboard on them.
His hands seem to loosen from the steering wheel as he started feeling his head go frenzy, not a good combination. The car was now out of control as it glided through the slippery road, even the little power over it was completely lost. He knew he was dying. He clutched his hands together tightly, mumbling frantic prayer even though it was of no use. The car bumped harshly with the sidewalk and turned over, making him close his eyes tightly. He felt his head smashing with the steering wheel. Warm liquid along with its putrid smell oozed out from his forehead as he cried out in pain. The car rolled over and over until it came to stop after crashing into a large supermarket. The glasses of the window shattered due to the car’s heavy weight, some piercing his skin even though he was upside-down.. The last thing he saw the blurred smokes blowing off from the headlights of his car as the car was badly deformed due to the crash. He wished he never left for Brighton today morning as his eyes closed and he passed out.
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‘He was badly hit on his head. We are still not sure but it may lead to concussion due to the collision but we are uncertain. He is unresponsive, just the breathing rate is what we collected as far. His earlier medical records states he is a smoker and that damaged half of his right lung. He requires a lung transplant or he won’t live. We need to hurry, step up to the surgery, miss, or else your father is in great danger. Thankfully, he wore the seat belt and that prevented him from flying out of the car. We can collect a lung but it will cost 2 million dollars. If you’re ready to pay the money, there are no worries. The surgery will be done within that day or else you need to bring one immediately.’ ranted Dr. Kinsley, with pity lingering her voice.
A smoker? When did he turn like that? It seems like I have never known him my entire life. The father I used to know never took a drag of those harmful substance and scolded if anyone took it in front of him. I knew it would come to this point very soon. But where do I collect this huge amount of money from? My father may be rich and powerful but I was no daughter of his anymore since the day he kicked me, his own daughter out of the house. He remarried after my mother’s death due to cancer, to a wicked lady who’s profound hunger for my dad’s company, Coulson Ent. grew profusely. She...
