The Third Agreement

“I don’t have a choice, do I?” she asked herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

She had her face made up giving her a gothic look, her hair in a high tight bun, she is wearing a silver necklace and a black halter neck top that is tucked in blue jean trouser, her black boot is sitting by her bed inside her room.

She sighs remembering what her Dad told her the previous week.

…

She came out of her car in a rush, determined to reach where she was going. She is just coming from Bernad Tech and wants to confirm what she found out.

Her heels clicked on the tiled floor as she made her way into the house through the front door.

“Dad! Dad!” she called when she got into her parent's mansion, she saw a maid pass by with a tray in her hand on the tray was an empty glass cup.

“Hey, please where is my Dad?” 

“In his