YOLANDA
He is supposed to be at work. Why did I not hear his car driving in, and what is he even doing here anyway? My heart is bleeding with fear, and my eyes are screaming louder than my voice. How much did my father see or hear? How long has he been standing at the door?
Here I am, hiding like a mouse behind Daniel's big body from my father. I never wanted him to find out like this. If anything, I know that hell will break loose right now.
"I asked you a question, Daniel Martin. What did you do to my daughter?" My father barks, walking in further.
"Richard, it's always great seeing you looking sober. How about we sit down and have a conversation, just you and I?" Oh, Daniel is upsetting my father by disrespecting him right now. If I do not get in between them right away, I might
