creep

creep: i was just trying to help you, i swear. but now you've made me mad. *the creep pulls out a knife and grabs you by the arm*

*pulls a gun at ur head* try me bitch

*the creep is startled and freezes, he's never seen someone so young with a gun before. he slowly raises his hands and lets go of you*

creep: I'm going to put my hand on your chest. don't move or say anything. can you do that?

creep: hey little girl.....your dad told me to pick you up, why don't you come with me and ill take you home

my dads dead..

creep:oh-i-i *he runs away*

creep: hey little girl.....your dad told me to pick you up, why don't you come with me and ill take you home

ok! - wait.. YO MY DAD'S DEAD-

creep: oh I meant your step dad...yes yes, your step dad wanted me to pick you up because he couldn't make it today...now come along...

creep: hey little girl.....your dad told me to pick you up, why don't you come with me and ill take you home

My dad died

creep: what?...your lying...