When I'm With You (REWRITING)

CHAPTER 13

I hear his footsteps coming closer to me. My bottom lip quivers at him, hoping that seeing his own daughter, balling up on the floor crying would make him stop but it gave him no reaction at all.

  He took a hand full of my hair and pulled my back into my original spot. At this point, I wasn't fighting back anymore. I just stayed on the ground while he broke me. Slowly. 

"I can't wait any longer!" He pulls his gun out again and places it against my head. "I might just as well just kill you now, sweetheart." 

My eyes widen, trying to see clear at my father one last time. "H-how could y-you do this t-to me," I barely choked my words out.  

It only made him angrier. "I guess those are your last words," He grabbed my hair and hovering the put the gun to my head, while I quietly cry. 

This is it. I wasn't able to die with my children and grandchildren by my side. I wasn't able to say goodbye to everyone. 

"Goodbye, darling," The trigger is pulled but instead of a bullet making it's way through my head, a click echos in my ear.

I gasp and sudden a rush of adrenaline ran through my veins.  

This is my only chance. He was at his most vulnerable.  

I look around and see my pocket knife laying not far from me.  

I push my father with all my might, shocking him as he grunts back, making a loud thump. 

I slide myself across and handle the knife as it pops out. 

With hesitation, I turn my self around and dive the knife into his leg. 

"You fucking bitch!" He screams out in pain and tries to grab me but I swerve out of his way. 

I see the flight ticket laying on the ground and pick it up with a slight movement of bending down.  

I hear him scream in pain, as the crashing of a knife hits the floor. He pulled the knife out of his leg, making me run out of the room in an instant. 

I run door the stairs at a pace too quick for my body to function in. 

I jingle the front door but It was locked and I knew he had the keys. 

I heard his footsteps bang against the ceiling, making me panic. I run to the closest thing which could hide my small body.  

In between the couch and wall. I scurry down, bringing my legs to my chest, sat still, when the footsteps got louder.  

"Stop trying to hide from me!" His voice boomed around the house, sending chills down my spine. 

I feel relieved as I hear him limping further and further away from my hiding spot. 

I pull out my phone with my shaky hands. My heart was hammering against my chest as sweat drips from my forehead.  

I call the first person that comes to my mind. 

"Please pick up. Please pick up." I whisper over and over again as I bite my bottom lip, stopping my self from sobbing so it doesn't draw my father's attention. 

"What?!" He yells over the line, sleepily. "Do you know what the fucking-?"

"K-Kaz..."  I cut him off before he could go any further. I hear the sound of squeezing from the other line.

"Dee? What hap-" I didn't hear the rest of his voice because my father's voice boomed again, getting closer to me. 

"- You're making it harder for yourself! Once I find you, you're going to wish the trigger was the last thing you hear!" He was coming in this direction. 

"H-help, please" I silently cry, now knowing that there was nothing he could do about it. 

"You have to tell me everything. What's happening?!" He worryingly speaks into the phone as the sound of him running downstairs follows him. 

"H-he's going k-kill me, K-Kaz" I chock out and accidentally cough out too loudly making me slam my hand over mouth.

"Fuck! Why did I leav-!" My phone was dramatically ripped away from me and thrown onto the other side of the room. 

I froze in shock and watched the man I call my father grinning a murderous smile. "You're going to be so sorry." He whispers before pulling me by my hair, to the middle of the room. 

I scream as loudly as I could, knowing Kaz was still on the line and he could hear everything. 

I was dropped to the ground, making a loud thump. 

I stared at the door from where I was. I felt tears escaping my eyes, knowing that this was finally the end and that I wasn't going to make out of my father's hands. 

"Look at me," He demands.

I didn't and regretted it immediately. "I said look at me!" his voice boomed again and a heard a click echo through my ears again. 

I look at him dead in the eyes, painfully suffering his threatening gun being pointed straight at my head again. His eyes were full of rage as staring down at my watery big brown eyes. 

I got my eyes from my father.

My dad. The dad that actually loved me. Who didn't beat me or threaten to kill me.  

"Do you really want to kill your own daughter?" I spit as I look up at his tall figure, once again dawning down on at me.  "Do you have the guts to do it?" I was challenging him because I knew it was the end. 

I know I'm going to die by his hands. 

"I do, Do you wanna see?" He firebacks back, emotions draining his body and face.  

"Then what are you waiting for?" He slowly presses the trigger. 

"SHOOT ME!"

*BANG*                        *BANG*                                 *BANG*

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