MANHATTAN

Reggie

I walked into the place only to see her looking like she had been rough-handled. Her hair was a mess and some parts of her clothes were torn.

You did the same to my dad. It's okay right I do the same to you. You don't hurt a Smith and get away with it.

"How long has she been like this?" I asked the person in charge.

"Six months now, sir. Should we continue or just get her treated?" He asked, staring at Angelica, who seemed to be talking to the doll in her hands.

We couldn't go in. We just stood out. Staring at her from the outside.

"No. Let her remain like this. I'll get back to you if I ever change my mind." I rubbed my chin while staring at the freak in front of me.

"But sir…"

Without sparing the man a glance, I said, "No 'buts', just do as I have said." I said. My voice void of emotions.

*

I arrived at the Manhattan station. I walked in with Stone by my side.

Brown saw me and immediately got up from the mattress he was sitting on.

"Well, well, well, if it's not the prodigal