Foiling

CHAPTER EIGHT.

It was 4am. Trainor kept driving around the city, with no particular direction in mind. He was on the lookout for Megan and her kind.

He jolted in the middle of the road, and halted the car abruptly. He stared at the road, there she was standing in the middle of the road, looking all clean. Her hair was in place. She didn't look messed up at all. She looked pretty good and was glowing.

Megan smiled, waving at Trainor. Trainor wiped his eyes to be sure he was seeing clearly. "Megan?" He spelt out.

Megan walked to his car, and knocked on the door. Trainor came down from his car immediately, breathing heavily. "What have you done?"

"Nothing," Megan replied. "I had fun. By the way, my car broke down in the middle of this road, I've been stuck here for thirty minutes. Good thing you're here."

Trainor stood there looking at his daughter, weak and speechless. She looked so innocent and cute. He brushed off a tear from his cheek. He grew weak. He couldn't bear to bundle hi