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I stopped the car, without leaving, just watching Kyle. He was standing, without expressions on his face, but he didn't see me but Rich, he looked at him with a kind of hate. "Are they your bags?" Asked Rich, a little anxious. I know this because his hands began to rub each other in a desperate way. Also his leg went from top to bottom. "Your father wants you to go." "I suppose so," I answer, because the truth doesn't surprise me. Kyle had never been a good father, maybe I don't remember what happened years ago but I only know that he never fights enough for his family, he gives up the first one, he is so cowardly that I hate him for that and more things. I wish my sister was here, but instead I have to be with this man who is called my father. "It can't be," Rich murmured, still anxious. "You can't leave, v, tell him not to take you away." I looked at Rich, taking his hands to calm down a little. "Easy, you're having a kind of anxiety attack." I will not go anywhere. The corner of hi