I ran down the dim-lighted halls of the most evil law firm in Los Angeles, trying desperately to get away from my father. I ran to the middle of the main foyer to the concrete and metal stairs. I thought I was away from him but he was right behind me, and much faster than I was. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me down.

“Oh let go you bloody wanker!” I yelled as he grabbed my arm and twisted it.

“What how you talk to me! I had better not catch you pulling a stunt like that again!”

“What’s wrong with blowing up the local port potties?” I asked him sarcastically. He glared at me.

“You are so grounded now. Go home and don’t even think about leaving the house!” he warned. I scoffed and started walking off.

“Not like you would know if I left or not! You’re never home! Why would you care about someone you never spend time with?” I could tell that I had hurt him but I didn’t care at that point. I saw his eyes tear up.
”I care about you because you are my daughter and I love you more than you know. I just need to make money to get you going in life.”

“I don’t think you care that much. Why are you always gone when I’m sick or when I leave to go out with my friends?” He stared at me in disbelief. I watched him walk over to me and he grabbed me and held me close.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t work so much, and I need to spend all the time with you that I can.”

“You know, prom’s coming up soon. Maybe we could spend some time together.”

“Sure why not? It’d be fun to spend hundreds of dollars on stuff that you will never wear again.” He said sarcastically as we started to walk to his office. I laughed.

“That’s the spirit dad. Way to show the support.” He looked at me and looked hurt all of a sudden. I looked at him in confusion.
”Dad what’s wrong?”

“You called me dad. I do not have that right. Please, call me Lindsey.”

“What are you talking about dad?” I let him go and backed up.

“It’s time you knew the truth.”

“What truth? What the hell is going on dad?” I kept backing up slowly until I hit the wall.

“I am not your real father.”

What are you talking about? You have to be! There can’t be someone else!” I fell to the ground.

“Lindsey, you have to be him! You’re all I know. You taught me everything!” I felt my eyes tear up and felt one stray tear fall down my cheek. He quickly came over to me and sat down, brushing away the stray tear and holding me.

I’m so sorry you had to find out this way. I never wanted to conceal it from you but Wolfram and Hart made me. If I told you too soon, they would kill both of us.”

“Did he love me?” I asked quietly, afraid of the answer.

“Very much. He would never allow harm to come to you. Then Wolfram and Hart beat him and took you. They tried to kill you but it didn’t work out.”

“Who is he?”

“A detective. He lives here in L.A.” I looked up at him.

“What’s his name?”

“Angel.”