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and walked inside. An eerie feeling came over her. It was as if her father was waiting for her. A cold breeze swept across the dark room, and she shivered. She stepped farther into the room.
                  Her father lay on the bed face down. He was fully dressed and on top of the covers. The stench of alcohol permeated the air, along with the smell of fresh vomit. Demi almost coughed barely able to breathe. She fought a sudden urge to throw up herself.
                  The Something Blue satin Manolos sparkled as the light from the full moon shining through the window hit them. They gave her power. Demi walked over to the bed, pulled out the piece of fishing wire from her pocket, and slipped it around her father’s neck. Surprisingly, he did not move. “Hello, Daddy,” she surprised myself saying aloud. “I have loved you all my life, but you never wanted me. Now, I can finally move on with my life and stop allowing others to treat me the way you said they would. I am special. I deserve better, and I will find love.”
                  Demi pulled with all the strength she had. Going to the gym each day paid off tremendously. When she heard her father’s neck snap she pulled the wire from around it, placed it back in her pocket, walked to the door and left. Just like that, her father was dead. He could not hurt her anymore. For once, Demi would be able to live her life without thinking he would come for her. That would never happen. He had just entered an eternal sleep.
                  “Rock-a-bye, baby,” she said closing the door to her father’s bedroom behind her. Tears flowed down her cheeks. She was not sad she no longer had a father, but happy that he was no longer able to keep her from sleeping at night, as she relived all the horrible ways he treated her or thinking he would someday rescue her.
                  Demi did not feel any remorse as she drove her rental car back to the airport. Her flight was in an hour, so she had time to get something to eat. When she boarded the plane, she took off her Something Blue Blahniks, slid them into their special satin bag, and tucked them away in her carry-on. She rubbed her feet. When she got to her next destination, she would definitely need a pedicure. The bright red polish still shone, accenting her beautiful toes, but a different color was needed. Demi was blessed with shapely feet that garnered her many compliments, feet she knew Troy Dunbar adored especially when she wore pink polish.
                  Taking out another satin bag from her bag, Demi removed a different pair of Blahniks. Troy purchased these for her long ago. Now he would see them once again. This time, it wouldn’t be in a way he loved, but a way he was surely never to forget.
                  The flight to Chicago was four hours, so Demi put the shoes back into their bag. Closing her eyes, she drifted off into much-needed sleep. Demi was relieved. She had no nightmares involving her father. The first name was crossed from her list.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
          
     
    AS HER plane landed in Chicago right on schedule, Demi felt rejuvenated. The few hours of sleep had renewed her mind. Sadly, she didn’t think about her father or what she had done. There was no time for regrets, remorse, or rewind. What was done was done, and Demi wanted to move on to the next person on the list. Before she went to complete her next mission, she stopped at a local spa for a day of pampering. The full-body massage was just what she needed. Her mind was free and clear of all the negative energy from the long flight to Chicago. The last twenty-four hours were completely wiped out of her mind. To Demi, Dallas no longer existed. She had no father, and that was perfectly fine with her. He hadn’t wanted her and she no longer cared. She hoped when