Deleted
Deleted Member
Posts: 0
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2013 23:45:16 GMT -8
It wasn't his fault sales went down. The clients controlled the market, not him. Pictures sold at certain ages. He had pushed the limits for her. He was supposed to advance her when she was fourteen. For three extra years, she was allowed to do photos. She really should have been grateful. And she should have cooperated. She was lucky. The videos didn't have to be shot as often as the pictures did. And she was seventeen now. As soon as she turned eighteen, he would be done with her. And she would be given a hundred bucks for the trouble and left somewhere across the country.
But she hadn't given him the chance to do that. She rebelled, left with all of his money. He had already gotten another child, a boy this time. All he really needed was one more video, and then he would be through with her. So, he had followed her all the way to Toronto. Somehow, she had slipped away. It frustrated him, and had she not been on the news, she would have been lost for good. But, as luck would have it, she was all over. Hannah Del Rossi. He figured she had to have had help. It didn't take long to find a Marco Del Rossi listed, who had been named as the girl's father.
That was how he wound up at the townhouse. He rang the doorbell, ready to play the berieved father missing his daughter.
|
|
|
Post by Jessa JoAnna Del Rossi on Jan 28, 2013 10:25:14 GMT -8
a pretty, pretty picture dude/dudette :P [/img] [/center]
Jessa could not believe what Alice had told her. What kind of father would do that to his own child? Jessa could not believe people were actually like that. Though, she had basically lived a sheltered life since the age of 8, which is when Ben and Marco had taken the child in. Even before that, nothing bad hardly ever happened to her. She did basically spend a lot of time in hospitals. She was ALWAYS getting hurt. But then again, what child wasn't. But with CIPA, it was more dangerous and she would always end up at the hospital to make sure that nothing was serious. Though for eight years, Jessa had been constantly in and out of foster homes. She did blame herself for that one. She was sure that no one wanted her because of her condition and she could not blame them. If she had been them, she would not have wanted her either. They were probably just scared. Because they did not understand.
Jessa actually had not gone to school that day. She was not sick or anything. She had overslept. But she had decided to just go ahead and stay home. It was not like her dad was home to tell her otherwise. She thought that maybe she could catch up on a few homework assignments that were due the following day. She was upstairs, sitting at her desk, her math book open. She actually kind of liked Math. It was challenging for her. In fact, it was one of her favorite subjects. She was close to finishing when she had heard the doorbell. She closed her math book and turned off the radio and headed down the stairs. She walked over to the front door, opening it. “Oh, hi. I'm sorry who are you and who are you looking for?”
tag;; Alice's father wordcount;; 308 muse;; Numb - Linkin Park notes;; ya...like...shaaaaaa credits;; credit for this template goes to OMG! TORALEE sees a BIRDIE of Caution 2.0 and dont steal!!! its not very nice :(
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
|
|
|
Post by NPC ACCOUNT on Jan 30, 2013 21:44:08 GMT -8
He didn't expect a child to answer. It wasn't her place. When he had Alice, and now that he had Joey, the door was off-limits. So was the telephone, and the computer. Nothing that can connect them to the outside world without unless he wanted them to. That was really the secret. Alice rarely left the house. Everyone she came into contact with had come to her. He told her he was protecting her. And since the town didn't know she existed, he never had to worry about sending her to school. She had a school girl uniform. But that was for some of the pictures she took. Alice was the best at the poses he taught her. She was always real cooperative. She would even clean the studio and cook while he developed the pictures in his dark room.
He smiled at her. She reminded him of a younger Alice. So sweet, so innocent. If he didn't already have another kid, she would definitely be an option. Resting a hand on the wall, he nodded to her. ''Hi there. I'm looking for an Alice Dawson, though your neighbors tell me she goes by the name Hannal Del Rossi. Seventeen, brown hair? Is she home?''
|
|