Ever since I had found out DC Jones is my biological father, I had become emotionless and detached. My mind and thoughts were one big blur and I felt defeated. I had given up, forever staying slumped against the metal bed.
"Emily, eat." Jones demanded, pushing the plate towards me once again. I ignored him and instead shut my eyes, picturing my father.
My real father.
He looked sad in my thoughts, his eyes full of pained emotion. He always did wear his heart on his sleeve and I knew by looking at his face what kind of emotion he was feeling. I love that about him, how he was so open and honest. No games, nothing underneath the surface.
What you saw is what you got.
"I want my dad" my voice was croaky and husky from lack of use. It was the first words I had spoken for a while, the first time my mind wasn't jumbled and confused by what I wanted.
"I'm here" DC Jones replied and I snapped my head towards him, eyes burning with a new found fire.
"You are NOT my father.
"You will never be my father, I hate you. I wish you would have stayed out of my life. What kind of father ties his own daughter up to a metal bed!" I screamed, holding my arms up.
"My wrists are bleeding," I continued, my words icy and laced with nothing but venom.
"My wrists have been bleeding because these ropes are so tight and you won't take them off me! Do I look like I'm going to run? Huh?!"I yelled, my voice rising.
DC Jones looked taken aback, shocked from my outburst considering I had been silent this whole time. Suddenly, his eyes filled with regret and sadness and I scoffed at him -
"Regret it now, do you?"
"I am your father," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"My father's dead!" I shot back at him, swallowing the painful lump I'd get whenever I spoke of him.
"No he's not, I'm your real father! Not that waste of space!" DC Jones snapped, kicking over the chair in the corner. It landed on the floor with a thud and I turned to face him once more.
"My father will always be a better father than you, a better man. He's dead and he does a better job than you are right now." I replied, my words angering DC Jones further. His jaw clenched tightly and his vein in his neck pumped with the adrenaline from his anger.
"If you gave me a gun now, I'd shoot you, that's how much I hate you." I said calmly, my words monotoned.
"You're already dead to me," I added before turning over and lying on the cold floor, my back facing DC Jones. I could hear him breathing heavily behind me, digesting my words. He suddenly yelled loudly and I heard something heavy smash to the floor.
As he continued to pound the furniture in the room, I closed my eyes and let the tears fall silently. It wasn't hard to drown out the deafening noises behind me.
I already felt dead inside.
Darkness greeted me and the wind whistled through the window into the room, causing me to shiver for the hundred time. The room had dropped in temperature so quickly, I didn't have time to prepare myself. My body felt stiff from lack of movement and the cold air did nothing but make it worse. I shut my eyes tightly and huddled closer to the wall, not caring anymore about the filth it was covered in.
I was desperate to keep in some of my body heat.
The door suddenly shot open and my eyes flung awake, turning towards him. DC Jones stood there, his own eyes wide with panic. He shut the door before pushing over a large dresser in front of it effortlessly. He turned around and signalled for me to stay quiet.
I scrunched my brows tightly...
What the hell was going on?
"What are you doing?" I asked huskily, my throat aching as I spoke.
"Shut up." DC Jones hissed angrily at me before grabbing something from the back of his jeans. My eyes widened as I made out the small black shape in his hands, a gun.
This is it, he's going to kill me.
He walked towards me and I whimpered, shutting my eyes as I waited for the barrel of the gun to meet my head.
"Emily." DC Jones hissed and I opened my eyes slowly, tears falling fast down my face.
"Don't kill me," I pleaded and he hissed angrily, lunging himself towards me. I barely had a chance to scream before his large hand was clamped over my mouth, muffling any sound I made. His other hand began to untie the ropes behind my back, loosening the knots.
"You're coming with me," he growled, his hold on me iron tight. The tears fell faster and my heart thumped wildly at my chest, threatening to break through. I could feel the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears and I was terrified.
"Please," I muffled, pleading for my life.
"Shut up." DC Jones repeated into my ear. One of his hands held the gun and I whimpered, terrified of it being so close to me. I heard something rustle outside of the door and my eyes widened immediately. Someone was here.
This was it, this was my chance to get the hell out of here. I instantly screamed loudly, shouting for help. DC Jones hand tightened over my mouth, muffling my screams. I lashed out wildly, head butting DC Jones in the process. His immediate reaction was to let go and cradle his head where I had smashed mine into his. I shuffled away from him as much as I could before taking a deep breath -
"HELP! I'm in here! Please help me! Help!"
My lungs ached and DC Jones charged towards me, angrier than a bull in a flaming bullfight.
His hand shot out and he punched the side of my head, causing me to fall hard onto the floor. The pounding in my head was now so loud, I couldn't hear anything besides the ringing in my ears. The spot where he had punched me throbbed painfully and I groaned, crying in pain. DC Jones wasted no time in pointing the barrel of his gun against my temple.
"Make one more sound and I swear to god, I will blow your brains out" he threatened, hissing into my ear.
My eyes widened in fear and I immediately quietened down, the only sounds coming from me was my quiet whimpers. The cold barrel against my temple felt so alien, so wrong.
I stared at the door and willed that my screams for help were heard. It wasn't long before the doorknob turned and my breath got caught in my throat as I waited for them to make their way in here.
Please help me. Just open the door.
"Its locked," I heard the muffled voice outside the door, the furniture in the way of letting them in. DC Jones stiffened behind me and he pressed the gun further against my skin. His other hand was over my mouth and my chest rose up and down from the adrenaline running through my body. My head was still pounding and my eyes were persuading me to close them but I couldn't, not now.
The door rattled once more before everything was once again silent. My heart dropped as I heard footsteps walking away, they were leaving. I whimpered again, the hope in me fading away just like their footsteps.
"That's right, go away," DC Jones whispered behind me and I could practically see his eyes twinkling, the smirk on his face so evident at not being discovered. I slumped against him, my eyes finally drifting shut, not caring what happened to me from now on.
I wasn't sure if I was dreaming but the door flung open, sending the dresser flying towards us.
Three dark figures stood in the doorway.
Or is that my imagination?
My ears were still ringing and I eventually gave in. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head and I blacked out. The last thing I remember was a loud bang and I prayed the reason I was fading away wasn't because I had a bullet through my head.
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