Turban

Chapter 1

Three weeks earlier.

Turban! Turban! am talking to you. 

A bald man with almost dark hair that sleeps on each other  with the help of jell to make a perfect
neat hair for a 46 year old man, who was  now swelled with anger.

He was tall and had long legs and broad body. He was an ex military personnel who was now about to run for a post in
the political world  but have a hard time with his only daughter turban.

He had lost his wife since the birth of turban.  And was alone since then.  He never had time for his daughter as a military personnel  and this made them hardly see eye to eye.

Turban is a pretty girl with pretty face and bold dark eyes. She was tall and slender like her father and was about 20 years old.
But at that Age turban had know almost everything and older adult would
Not know.

Especially when it comes to military intelligence. She was a brilliant child and was physically able to defend herself when it comes to fighting. She had always been taking care of herself for as long as she can remember.

Although she had a rich dad, she hardly sees him she grew up learning not to shear her feelings with anybody as she feels no one will care especially if her dad doesn't.

She was a little wild for her age but quiet.
She never talks to anyone. Not even in school.  She never had friends nor did anyone like her.

She had a red hair which was dark before
She had tattoos and piercing around her
ears, and lips. No one will ever believe that with all this crazy attitude, she was still pretty.

She looked just like her mum who was from China. And her dad an american.
She was the stubborn type of child. Who really care less of everyone.

Now that her dad was done with the military she felt at least he would be around a little more.  Not that she cared but just to know she have a dad. But instead he tells her he is running for an election to be a governor.

Turban hissed at her dad at the sound of it. she was now screaming on top of her voice telling her dad how he had left her to
be alone since she was young and was always busy.  Now that she felt everything will be different, he is running for an election.  What the fuck!
This means he will not even have time for
Her again like before.  Seriously dad what the fuck!

Hey watch your words young woman!  Her father spat back at her.  She was now running upstairs as he was yelling her name.

Come down here am not done with you he said pointing to his front with a finger.

Well am done with you she yelled from her room upstairs while banging the door.  Which caused silence across the big house.
  
In her room she was now scattering her things like she was looking for something so important.  She gathered a little clothes, took some important stuff, her phone, a credit  card and her car keys.

Before opening the door, she had her father's voice talking with someone.  His voice was very loud and this time she knew he was telling his friend what had happened.

Which was no other person but his best friend mr grey Patrick.  She had always known them to be best friends because they both were in the military together and out of it together.

Mr grey had no family. He had always been single for as long as she could remember. But he was the type to be seen with  different  women as he was a charming and handsome man. Sometimes she wished that he was her father because,
even with him being around women,
He always had time to care for them and
Please them.

And non of them were related or married to him.  Why wont her father care for her like that?

She reached out for the door and piped through the balcony to see if they were still there.  Damn it! She said hitting her hand against her head. She walked down stairs meeting the two still seated. She passed them like no one was even there not
minding what her father will do.

Were the hell do you think you are going her father said now standing up.

Am leaving you alone she said backing her father.

Meet my eyes young lady while i speak!
her father was now in red eyes.

She turned slowly now looking at him.

You Are not going anywhere unless  i say so.  You are not leaving this house you get that?

No i did not she said. 
Then she turn around to open the door.
Then her father spook again.

Well if you leave now never you come back to this house u get that?  You will be alone.

Turban without facing her father, replied back saying..... I have always been alone.
She slammed the door and before long he could hear the sound of her car drifting away.