Chapter 25
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I stood frozen in my place. My hands are shaking, my knees are buckling and my palms are getting sweaty. I was like a deer frozen in headlights.
I had two options, to stay and be forced to live here and face whatever consequence I had coming, or I could run, probably miss the bullet, but he would follow me until he finds me and the consequences will be undeniably worse.
I shifted onto one the other leg, because it began cramping and getting heavy.
He raised the guy even higher. He pointed it directly at my head. "Stay there." His finger lowering on the trigger.
I didn't know what to do at this moment. I have been in this situations plenty of times, with my mothers drug dealer. But this time was so different, my own father was pointing a deadly weapon at my head.
I believe he actually would pull the trigger, he has no sympathy. He's harsh and quite scary and he'll do absolutely anything for his business.
Every second after learning about him not being my actual father, it's starting to look better. I'm grateful that he's not my real father now.
He hasn't attempted to move any closer to me, which helps my breathing steady a little more. My heart is racing a million miles a second.
I feel like I'm on the verge of passing out, I'm feeling extremely light headed currently. I wouldn't mind passing out right now, because I wouldn't have to deal with what's about to happen, or he could just lay a bullet right in the middle of my forehead; saves me from having to choose.
I look between Linda and Ivan. Linda has the most scared face out of all of all. She was shaking tremendously, she looked as if she was going to faint any second, she was clearly feeling the same way I was. All colour had been drained out of her face.
I felt awful, my father had caused this and yet she still loves him. My father probably doesn't care about her, he only cares about his business and that's never going to change, I know that for certain. He is heartless.
While Ivan is telling me to run. I know if I run, he'll grab his mom and take her with him. If they don't make it out, while I do, I will come back and get them; I promise you that.
"Are you going to just stand there Ivory?" He smirked and stepped closer, keeping the gun at eye level.
"Well obviously if you have that death machine pointed right at me." I declared.
He chuckled. "Good girl, now I'm coming closer and if you dare run; I will have someone chase you and I won't hesitate to ask them to murder you."
Tears welled up in my eyes. My knees began to buckle; I couldn't hold myself up correctly. I placed a hand on the door frame to steady myself.
It's sad because I don't doubt he'll do that. He is a man of his word and in this case, I wish he wasn't.
I wish this damn company didn't exist. Life would be a lot simpler without it. I wouldn't be standing in this situation right now. I wouldn't have to worry about making the wrong decision and he dents my head with a metal Bullet.
He took one step closer to me. He kept his eyes trained on me, not daring to lower the gun; he is smart in some cases; because once he lowers that gun, I'm running out of here and faster than I've ever ran before.
I won't take a break, I will run as far away from here as I can, I will jump fences and take different routes; I will go down scary streets just to get away from him. I will keep running till I'm almost out of breath; until I'm almost on the verge of fainting.
But of course I'd hide behind a neighbours dog house, before I'd faint. Wouldn't want him finding me, would I? It would definitely defeat the purpose, besides I hope the dog would protect me.
He takes one more step. Linda comes up behind him with a vase and smashes it against his skull. The vase cracked into millions of pieces. The impact had the vase flying in every direction.
My dad dropped limp on the ground. He hit it with a hard thud and the baseboards cracked slightly.
"Run!" Ivan screamed in the amidst of this.
I didn't hesitate. I pushed my legs into full gear and ran over to Ivan and Linda. We scurried out of the door before My father had gained consciousness again.
I made sure to exit through the front door because, I wanted to make sure Linda and Ivan got out safely.
"Where are we suppose to go?" Ivan panicked.
"Remember the taxi? Let's head there." I suggest.
We start booking it across the street. We have made quite a distance away, but my fathers house was still in sight.
"This won't be the last you'll see of me." My father screamed as he stood in the door way. He grabbed his gun and shot the trash can across the street, trying to aim for me.
I ducked behind a different recycling bin and continued running seconds later. My legs threatening to give out on me before I reach the taxi.
We finally had reached the vehicle. I feel like I had just run a full marathon. My legs were cramping and it felt extremely uncomfortable.
I sat myself in the drivers seat. I fumble for the keys inside my pocket. I was in so much shock, my hands were shaking and making this task extremely difficult.
I got them or and turned on the engine. Locking all the doors, because of my paranoia.
"Where are we even going?" I questioned. I felt my anxiety rising. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself.
"Lets just go to my house. He's never been there." Ivan proposes.
We had no other option. We'll just have to be on the run tomorrow. We'll need to get out of here as soon as possible.
I hadn't really thought of this before, but my father is going to be hunting me down and he won't stop. I'm going to be on the run until he gives up and he barely ever does.
I shiver and press my foot on the gas. The car races into life and speeds down the street. I happen to be going 30 over the speed limit, but I didn't care. I'm getting out of here as soon as possible.
If I happen to get pulled over by the cops, I'm okay with that. Maybe jail will be a good place to hide, my father would least expect that.
"Watch out!" Ivan screams taking me out of my thought.
I scream and whip to the right side of the road, barely missing the raccoon on the road. My breathing quickened.
"Holy crap, I nearly killed a raccoon." I say traumatically.
"You nearly killed all of us too. " Ivan retaliates harshly.
"Well I'm sorry that my father just happen to be holding a gun pointed at me head! I happen to be in a little bit of shock right now." I confess.
Why are we arguing right now? We're literally in the same situation here. We're being followed by a manic. This is just stressing me out beyond belief.
"Ivory, I don't think you're stable enough to drive." Linda spoke softly.
This set me off. "None of us are stable right now! I'm just the one who had the gun faced at me." I say, a little too loudly.
"Don't yell at my mother." Ivan growled.
"I wasn't yelling at her Ivan." I replied.
"Yes, you were."
"No.
"Yes."
"I spoke a little too loudly, but it wasn't yelling." I defended myself.
"Ivory! Keep your eyes on the road." He screeched.
My eyes snapped back to the road and I realized I was basically touching the curb. A pedestrian on the sidewalk wore a frightened face.
Ivan rolled down the window. "I'm sorry, she's a little unstable right now." He apologized to the pedestrian.
"Are you kidding me right now? You would feel the same way I am right now." I hissed.
How could he be acting like this? I expected so much more from Ivan himself. I expected pity and sympathy. I think he's just a little shocked is all, but he has no right, to be talking to me this way.
"Who's bright idea was it to let Ivory drive?" He asked. He looked around the car and waited for a reply, when he never got one he said, "Right no ones except Ivory and if I had a say on This, I wouldn't be basically touching my death bed right now."
"Can you two stop it." Linda screamed. Her face red and her eyes puffy from crying. "Just stop. We've been through so much tonight." She sniffled."
"Ivan, lay of Ivory Please and Ivory, let Ivan drive." She begged. Her face full of emotion.
She was angry, sad, anxious and she clearly didn't want to put up with any of it, but neither do I.
"Whatever." I mumbled.
Ivan just kept his mouth she as we exchanged seats.
The rest of the car ride was silent. It had lessened the pounding headache I had before and let me relax. It also forced me into my demented thoughts and I didn't want to think about what just happened.
Every time my thought just lead back to the scene. My father pointing that black, slick gun at me; his hand not trembling what so ever. His hand wrapped around the gun so tightly, his knuckles turned white.
My thoughts are ended with a sound of a gun shot and then I'm back to reality. What has my father done to me?
I want to so desperately call my mother but she probably won't pick up. The one time I need her, I won't be able to talk to her; I know she won't bother to answer.
We reached Ivan's house and I had dreamed and reenacted the event, 3 times now. If I didn't get out and keep myself busy, I will fall back into my own thoughts and it's the last thing I want to do. Each time it replays, I find myself getting a little more insane by the second.
We walked into his house, we split apart immediately. I went to every window and bolted it shut and then I worked on the doors, making sure to lock every single one of them.
Ivan's mother went to the kitchen, she was preparing some beverage, I believe it was hot chocolate and I wanted nothing more than to relax with a cup of hot cocoa.
I'm not sure I'll ever be able to relax, paranoia is all I feel and I haven't felt like this, since I was 8. I use to watch scary movies on YouTube and I could never sleep at night, my dreams reminded me of the videos and I didn't dare close my eyes.
Ivan came down with a bunch of blankets in his hand. He handed one to his mother and then he came up to me.
He held one out in his hand. He wore an apologetic frown on his face. "I'm sorry Ivory. I shouldn't have acted that way; you went through something so traumatic and I said some harsh things. I'm such a bad boyfriend." He said negatively toward himself.
I took the blanket and hugged him. "You're not a bad boyfriend, you were just in shock; I get it. Don't worry about it, we're fine now." I reassured him.
He smiled. His eyes filled with the familiar emotion of worry. He was petrified, but I'm sure we all were. "You're such a good girlfriend Ivory, I don't know what I did to deserve you." He says, his face snuggling into my neck sending ecstatic tingles up my body, starting from my toes to my head.
I smiled. "I ask the same thing every night."
His mouth turned into a straight line. "You don't know what you did to deserve yourself?"
I shook my head with a chuckle. I intertwined our fingers and looked him in the eyes. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." I admitted.
"Oh. That makes more sense." He flashed that infamous smile.
Linda arrived with the three cups of hot chocolate. They were topped with a mountain of whip cream and chocolate shavings.
I took a sip and I swear I was transported to heaven. It started so amazing.
"Wow Linda, this is amazing." I say. I take another sip and let out a content sigh.
I wrapped the blanket around my petite body and sat on the edge of the couch. Ivan sat in the middle between Linda and myself.
Ivan popped in a comedy movie. It was absolutely hilarious and my abs hurt from laughing so hard from it.
It felt so right, like this was my home and it didn't happen to consist of either of my parents, maybe the only guardian I need is Linda, because she has a killer not chocolate and a pretty decent son.
It all seemed to be going well until my phone buzzed. I looked down to see who it was from. It was sent from the person I had least expected to contact me.
Mom: What have you done..?
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