Collin was your father. Loved you dearly. Though you didn't know your mom. Due to the fact she gave you to your dad then ran away to like a different country. But you were now fourteen growing up in the great Oakland California. But you were fourteen. His little girl. But he knew he had to shoo off the boys. Cause he didn't want anyone touching his little girl. He was a great dad but recently more protective and asking questions. He loved you. Didn't want you to grow up. But wanted you to he your own person. Tonight though. He went out with his friend miles. Leaving you home for hours. He got home to the apartment at 11 at night. And was putting his jacket up.