The Women's father's POV: I arrived at the courthouse with my trusty pump gun, ready to take matters into my own hands and to protect my daughter. I knew that the person who had wronged my family was going to be in that courtroom, and I wasn't going to let them get away with it. As I made my way through the metal detectors, I could feel the weight of the gun in my hand, and I knew that it was going to be a pivotal moment in my life.103Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsDOrI600dt
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As I walked through the doors of the courtroom, I could see the judge and the lawyers looking at me with a mixture of fear and shock. I knew that I was breaking the law, but I didn't care. All I wanted was justice, and I was willing to do whatever it took to get it. The tension in the room was palpable, and I could see the fear in the eyes of the person who had wronged me.
I didn't hesitate as I raised my gun and pointed it directly at the lawyers. The sound of gasps and screams echoed through the room, but I was focused solely on the task at hand. I demanded that the person admit to their wrongdoing and apologize to my family.
For a moment, the person just stared at me in disbelief, and I could feel the weight of the gun getting heavier in my hand. But then, finally, they spoke. They admitted to their actions and apologized for the harm they had caused my family.
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