chapter 25

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Opening the door I did not expect to see my dad holding a gun to his head yelling at a black t.v. screen.

There was glass everywhere, clothes and beer spilled all over the floor.

My father was sweating and had a pained expression on his face. I can't let him do this.

"Dad." I spoke barely above a whisper.

He turned his head so fast to look at the intruder and that's when he started to lower his gun.

"Why are you here? Your supposed to be gone. You weren't supposed to come here." he just started blabbering.

"I am here. Why are you doing this?" I wanted to cry and beg him not to die. I wanted to hug him. I wanted him to love me back. I wanted my dad back.

"Don't you get it? She's gone. Dead. All because of you. She wanted to keep you happy and innocent for the rest of your life. She's dead because you wanted to have fucking everything and she couldn't say no to you. You selfish little bitch. That is the women I love and you had to take her away from me." He was sobbing by the time he stopped talking and I could slowly feel tears falling down my cheeks as well.

"I never meant for any of this to happen, I swear. I was young and I didn't have a clue of what real happiness was. I swear I didn't mean for anything to happen." Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Just breathe Abby.

You can do it.

"She was rapped and murdered because of you. How can you even stand to look at yourself knowing you killed your own mother. It really should have been you that died that day." he spoke slowly. Looking down at his gun. I could already see the gears in his head turning.

Shit.

That's not a good look.

Vengeful look.

Not good.

Run legs run.

"It's all your fault." he brought his gun back up and was now pointing it at me.

"I'm still your daughter. You can't do this, your my dad." I'm sobbing by now, begging.

Why do I walk myself into these situations? Why.

"You should know how it feels to have a bullet in you." I could see his finger slowly pulling back. It was like he was taking in every detail.

"Dad, please don't do this."

I slowly started to move backwards towards the door.

Almost there!

So close!

One foot out the door!

Yes!

I started to run, like hell.

All I heard was my dad yelling out and a loud gunshot that followed.

I didn't even look back, I just kept running.

I ran till i got around the corner from Knox's place. Do I even tell him what happened? Hopefully he'll be gone when I go inside.

I don't see his car so that a plus.

I walked in and started for the bedroom to shower and change. I grabbed some clothes before going into the bathroom and stripping my close off super fast.

The warm water relaxes my muscles that felt so tense.

Looking down at the water falling I saw a faint pinkish color mixed with the water.

Shit.

Did he shoot me?

I didn't feel anything.

My arm has a small hole, I think the bullet is in there. If I just get some tweezers I can get that out of there and patched up in no time.

Grabbing the tweezers from my makeup bag I examined the wound.

Easy, like I said.

I got this.

Twisting the tweezers in I held my breathe.

Holy fucking shit.

Dickaroos.

Rhino bitches.

This fucking hurts.

Alright focus, focus.

Ah, there it is. Okay grab it, yes! Good job. Now pull that bitch out!

Oh yea!

Holy bitch fucking shits dick suckers.

Yikes.

Throwing the bullet away and washing the tweezers the wound started to bleed a little more.

Alrighty, lets wrap it up here.

Stepping out of the shower, I went through his cabinets till I found some tape wrap and bandages.

Wrapping it tightly so it doesn't bleed everywhere I threw on the clothes I brought and walked into the bedroom.

"What are you doing home?"

Fuck dicks.

"Oh, uh, I just really wasn't feeling well so I just decided to come here and shower and then rest. I just got here so it's okay." I'm talking to much he's gonna find out something's wrong.

"Okay, thats fine. Do you want anything to drink? I could use a beer." Wow, okay maybe i'm good at this.

"Just water would be great. Thank you Knoxville." I said smiling and going to lay down, not trying to us my arm.

I really should just sleep off this nightmare. I'll worry tomorrow.

Laying down, I started to close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

More sleepy than I thought.

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a/n: wowza, Im sick as hell but its okay.

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