Wide Open spaces

Chapter 13

“ Knowing my dad died before he should was one of the biggest shocks of my life. I miss him so much and I wish that I could just take everything back to when I was just a little girl. 

Sure i saw him as the best father in the world but i didn’t know any difference since he was the only father I had. He loved his job and he would be happy he died doing something he loved. Every morning he would be there and say ‘morning princess’ as the years went by I didn’t see him as much, but this didn’t change of what I thought of him. My dad will forever be my hero, my role model and my reason to live my life for him and me.” I was crying in hysterics by the time I finished speaking. Dylan wrapped me into a hug and I sobbed into his chest. Dylan muttered a few things to me and then picked me up. I hugged his shirt tightly, we descended down the stairs and just as he took the last step a deafening gunshot sounded. I felt my body fall to the ground and I landed with a loud thud. More gunshots went off around me and my crying increased. I brought my knees up to my chest and cried hoping that I would stay safe. 

“Dylan get her out of here.” I heard someone scream. My body was picked up from the ground. I looked up to see Dylan’s face. Sweat covered his face as he ran with me in his arms. It seemed to cliché when an explosion sounded from behind us, Dylan didn’t look back but just kept on running to our destination. I don’t know how long or how far we had run but Dylan finally came to a stop, a white toyota ute was in front of us. Dylan walked over to the passenger side and placed me into the car gently not wanting to hurt me but then ran around to the other side. He started the car and we drove away from where my fathers memorial service was. More and more tears soaked my cheeks as we took many twists and turns though the streets of the city. 

“Bibi, it’s going to be ok. I will look after you. Please don’t cry.” Dylan pleaded as he looked over at me. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and tried to stop myself from crying.

“But they ruined my dads memorial. Any other day they could have done this but why today, they just made one of the saddest days of my life turn into a disaster. Why did they do this?” I raged between deep breaths to try and stop the tears falling. 

“I know Bibi. I am sorry about that, I can’t help what they do. Now please stop crying.” He shot back. I looked over at him rage filling my body.

“I have know you for not even two days and you are already bossing me around. Newsflash, that my friend was my fathers memorial service and some guys just came in and ruined it. I can cry if I want. I don’t care if you want me to stop or what not. Just leave me alone and don’t talk to me!” I fumed. I saw his face drop and guilt took over my body, I reached a hand out and went to place it on his arm but he pushed it away.

“I’m sorry Dylan.” I murmured. He didn’t say anything so I turned back to the window watching the buildings pass by. The buildings soon turned to trees and the trees soon became the school. We pulled up at the front of the school and Dylan turned the ignition off. He reached into his back pocket and grabbed his phone and dialed a number. 

“Hey J.P.” Dylan said into the phone. The conversation didn’t last long, it was mostly asking someone for a wheelchair and to come help us. Patrick soon burst through the doors of the school and walked over to us. Dylan got out of the car said a few words to Patrick and then walked off. Patrick shrugged his shoulders. He walked over to me and opened the car door. 

“Bibi, come on we have to head inside.” Patrick spoke from next to me. I looked over at him and he offered his hand. I hesitantly took it and slid across the seat. Patrick picked me up and started walking over to the stairs. I was really starting to get sick of the fact that I needed peoples help to go anywhere. Patrick placed me in the wheelchair and we started to make out way back to my room. The tears that are falling down my cheeks slowly started to stop, I hiccuped a few times trying to calm my breathing. Patrick and I didn’t speak the whole way to my room. It took us a few minutes to get to my room, Patrick opened the door and took me inside. I hauled myself up as soon as I was next to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. I breathed in heavily and relaxed my body. Patrick stood in front of me looking around the room.

“You don’t have to say, I’m fine.” I looked up at him

“It’s fine but if you don’t want me here I will go.” He said nervously. I shrugged my shoulders. 

“Suit yourself.” I told him as I laid down and closed my eyes. I knew I couldn’t sleep, I just didn’t want to be rude or anything. There was movement around my room and then the smallest noise of a door shutting. I rolled over and looked at the closed door. Nothing around me moved, nor did I want to. My eyes focused on the door as I sat in silence. A loud irritated knock came from my door. 

“What?” I yelled out annoyed. I didn’t want to be seen by anyone, I would probably look like a mess with my eyes bloodshot and face red.

“It’s Noah, may I please come in?” 

“Yer sure.” Noah walked into my bedroom and stood in front of my bed. I rolled over and sat up swinging my legs over the side of the bed. Noah looked down at me and I gave him a small smile. 

“You’re father will be buried on Wednesday. You will be excused from classes that day and we will also have Patrick and Dylan come.” I nodded my head along to what Noah said as he paced up and down the length of the bed. “I’m sorry for what happened today, it should have been prevented. We just don’t know, still don’t know, who is working with Seth and until we do this case can’t be closed.” Noah stopped walking and looked out the window. His face paled and he ran out of the room. I crawled over and looked out the window to see someone in black walking in the school gates. He looked from either side of him and the continued walking through the front doors. Shouting was soon heard and five deafening gunshots sounded in the corridor not far from my room. Screaming filled the air and I looked out to see three SUV’s parked out the front of the school. Men in black jumped out of the cars and made their way into the school. My bedroom door was kicked down and I screamed out in shock. Two men barged into my room and I cowered into the corner of the bed.

“There she is Jeff, you grab her I will wait outside.” A man with a gruff voice said. He walked out of the room and stood in the corridor, Jeff came over to me and grabbed me by the wrist. I fought with my arm and leg though the horrific pain that was going through my body. Numerous punches were thrown at my body, some of the which I managed to block or dodge. A hard slap across my face made my head spin and gave him the opportunity to pick me up at throw me over his shoulder. We walked out of the room with me kicking him and trying to get him to put me down. The man the was watching the corridor was on the ground, blood was coming out of stomach staining the white carpet. Jeff stopped and looked both ways only to come face to face with Dylan. I heard the safety catch get turned off and slowly I was put down in front of Jeff. My face scrunched up in agony from the pressure on my ankle. Jeff pulled out his own gun and placed next to my stomach. Dylan’s eyes went wide and he took a step forward. He placed his gun on the ground and kicked it back behind him. I gave him a look and he shrugged his shoulders. Jeff coughed once and then blood came out of his mouth. I jumped in shock as the blood fell onto the side of my face. The gun that was pushed against my stomach became loose and then fell to the ground, as did Jeff. I tried to step away but fell down from the weight on my ankle. I looked behind me to see Patrick with a gun and a silencer on the end. I breath a sigh of relief as they both walked over to me.

“You ok Bibi? It’s over.” Patrick said. 

“Yer I’m fine but we all know this isn’t over.”