You Don't Know Me?

"...I'm your goddamn daughter, you son of a bitch!!!"

And she deliberately focused the barrel directly at his head. When his eyes revealed that he was about to plea for mercy, she didn't hesitate to twitch her finger in that devastating motion.

And the bane of her existence, the reason her mother was dead, the bastard who dared to call himself her father, lay still in front of her.

Dead.

And, damn, did it feel good.

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Wow. I'm not one for cursing, but apparently, Jo over there is!

Yea, I'm an author, and I don't know if any of you other authors out there understand this, but sometimes, a story just pops into your head.
That's what happened to me.
Josephine Walker just...appeared. Along with her whole background. If you bother to care enough, ask, and I'll tell you her story, but for now, it lays locked away in my pathetic attempt of a drawing and my mind