This is it. This is the end. I'm going to die in the hands of a man I was stupid enough to trust.
"Please don't kill me," I murmured as he reached in the back and pulled out the gun.
"You really are such a pretty thing," he used the gun to rub my face. "Did Rouge ever fully use you?"
I shook my head, the tears rolling down into my hair. He 'tsk'ed and placed the barrel of the gun to my forehead. I whimpered.
"You're gonna die a virgin?" He moved the gun then put it back, "I could deal with that problem first, ya know." He smirked, "you'd like that, huh?"
"No, please. I wanna go home, please," my words were just a jumble of noises, but he obviously understood.
"I know, but that's not an option. As much as I would love to fuck you raw, we really should hurry with this whole 'death' thing."
My heart picked up a beat, but not at what he said. I could hear sirens! Unfortunately, he heard them too.
"Shit!" he yelled, placing the gun under his leg and putting the car in drive. He hit the gas and we shot forward.
I heard them getting closer and almost squealed in content as I saw one, two, several! Following us! Suddenly, the car swerved. A series of curses came out the man's mouth as we finally flipped, that's when I hit my head on the window, hearing the shatter that soon followed. I couldn't tell if it was the window or perhaps my skull.
I let out a groan when I felt the car finally come to a stop, there was a heavy silence surrounding me. My vision was clouded as if a heavy fog had suddenly appeared.
I tried to scream when a pair of cold hands grabbed my body, that's when my consciousness slipped away.
"Hear me.. Blakely... hear me... is she..." scrambled words entered my ears. "Awake...Blakely..."
I opened my eyelids, seeing baby blue and white first. Then a man, with a mask over his face. I screamed, thrashing around as the man grabbed me and held me down.
"No! No leave me alone!" I managed to speak.
"Blakely, you're in a hospital," he said to me. "Calm down, I am Doctor Spearman. Please calm down."
Doctor? I stopped moving, and I looked straight up into the eyes of the man. He took off the mask.
"How do you know my name?" I cut him off. But before I let him answer, I heard a voice I recognized immediately. "Dad!"
He rushed into the room and pulled me into his arms. "I thought I lost you," he cried.
I held on tight as if he'd dissappear if I let go. "Daddy," was all I could say through my tears. I gripped his shirt and just cried. I cried until I was exhausted as he finally pulled away and looked me in my eyes.
"I am so sorry, baby. Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you again."
His words were so sincere that I almost believed him.. almost.
"Dad, it's been two weeks, I'm fine," I murmured as he hugged me tightly like he does every single night.
"I know," he said, "but I just cannot bare to think of losing you again."
I pulled away from his arms, "You never lost me dad." I gave him a big smile and left to walk up the stairs into my bedroom. I've been sleeping on the couch, but tonight I will finally sleep in my own bed.
I changed into some shorts and a tank top before plopping down on my sensual comforter. "Hmmm," I closed my eyes, easily falling asleep.
I yawned, stretching and looking at the time. 3:30; what woke me?
I chambered out of bed, slipping on my slippers to defeat the cold floor as I made my way down to the kitchen for something to drink.
"Hi there Blakely, miss me?"
I screamed, shooting out of bed. A dream? I looked around, it was just me. I debated rather or not I should down and get a drink or just go to the bathroom for faucet water. I decided of the second one.
To get to the bathroom, I had to pass my dad's room, I did so and drank enough to quench my thirst then decided to just go sleep with him.
"Daddy?" I whispered, "I had a night terror, can I sleep with you?" I saw him nod even though it was dark. I slipped into the bed and under the covers. I laid my head down, but felt something strange. "Dad, what did you spill?"
I looked at my hand and rubbed my fingers together, what is this?
I got up from the bed and turned on the light, waiting for my eyes to adjust.
I screamed, loud. "Dad!" I rushed to him ignoring the blood covering me. "Dad! No!" I went over to him, but he was obviously not breathing. "Please, please, no."
I placed my head on his chest, crying hysterically.
"Killing gets easier the more you do it," the familiar voice said. This isn't happening.
I looked up into his brown eyes, "this is a just a dream, and I'm gonna wake up now," I said confidently.
He took a step towards me, "Oh no, baby. This is real. I found you, and now you can't get away."
"You're dead! I saw you die!" I screamed.
"Eyes can deceive," he barked at me before lounging at me, grabbing me and harshly whispering into my ear, "I'm ready to take you home, babe."
A/N: THE ENDDDD. :) Thank you so much for reading everybody. ily all for the comments and votes. Be on the look out for my other stories, and I would like to apologize for the ending. I know some of you were routing for them to fall in love, but hey use your imagination, maybe they do :)))
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"why won't you just let me go?" Blakely is fifteen and when her and her dad get into a fight, she storms out the house. Only to be taken to a place in which she's forced to stay.