Her father and her

She gulped and took a deep breath in, she was feeling so nervous.

She turned around and saw an ancient but beautiful small two-story house with a shed standing there in all its glory.

She already knew what was going to happen next and she also knew that no matter how much she would try to persuade herself to not do it, she won't be able to stop herself.

She breathed in, squared her shoulders, put her chin up, held her head high, eyes void of any emotion, and walked into the house.

The door of the house was ajar and no voice could be heard from inside the house.

So she decided to call for someone and check whether someone was in there or not.

The first word that came to the tip of her tongue was 'dad', but she bit back those words in her mouth.

A train of thoughts started railing in her head ,

''what should i call him?''

''whom should i even call?''

''Am i in the right house ?''

''Is he a dangerous person?"''

""Does he even know about my arrival?''