"Please don't do this." I said.

He got a gun out of his pocket and put it on my cheek.

I whimpered, as the coldness of the gun reached my warm skin.

"I won't use this unless I have to, so please make this easy." He said.

I closed my eyes and nodded.

"First, we're going to get fake ID's, then we're headed to Europe. This is exactly the type of father-daughter time we need." He smiled as he smacked me with the gun.

I opened my eyes.

I held my breath as he did that, then let it out.

I saw red and blue lights outside the translucent window.

"Come out with your hands up! We have the place surrounded!" Someone yelled.

Oh my god. The police are here.

"Well doesn't this ruin our plan?" My dad smiled.

He untied my wrists and my feet.

"Honey?" He said.

I looked at him.

"I love you." He said as he grabbed me by the collar and dragged me outside.

He put the barrel against my head.

You know, if he loves me, he has a funny way of showing it.

But he was going to shoot me, nonetheless.

I scanned my eyes at the scene playing in front of me.

A group of police and police cars were in a row, blocking any chance of my dad running, the police were behind their doors, raising their guns at my dad.

Behind them, were my friends.

They came to save me.

Even though I was close to death, I smiled.

Up until the gun clicked.

My smile disappeared, but I still looked at my friends.

I looked at Hayes, his eyes were red.

Was he crying?

The gun was pressed on my forehead.

I looked at it, my dad's finger was millimeters away from the trigger.

"Bill..I know you've had a tough life.." A police officer stepped in front of her workers, in front of all the cars, and talked to my dad.

Oh my god, was my dad's name Bill?

I didn't even know his first name.

"Tough life? Try terrible, horrible, stupid life." My dad spat.

I couldn't cry.

I was just staring at my friends, telling them I was okay.

Everything was going to be okay.

"Your wife took your only child and left you.." The woman police officer said.

"She took the one that brought joy in my life. She took that away from me.." My dad said.

I didn't know this.

My mom was the bad guy this entire time?

She filled me up with lies..taking all her time and told me that he was the bad guy. I should fear people leaving my life and people that are hurtful and always lie.

But now I realize she was warning me about the worst monster possible, her.

My dad was the good person, he was the one searching for me, not giving up.

And I couldn't return the favor.

"She is just a terrible person.." The police officer said.

"No she is not!" I yelled.

Why was I still defending her?

My dad pressed the gun further into my skull.

I yelped in pain.

"Juliet.." I think I heard Hayes say.

"She took my one meaning of living away from me." My dad said.

"But this is not the answer." The police officer said.

"This is the only way!" My dad said.

"No it isn't, okay!" The police officer said.

"Anne...she's the monster..she cheated on me." My dad told the police officer. In reality, he was telling me.

But, she cheated? My mom, my happiness, my role model, cheated on my dad?

She lied to me this entire time?

"I was protecting her." My dad said, talking about me.

"She was just so cute, the way you walked around the apartment, but when you were crying I was the one to protect you. Not her. She's not the one you should be with." My dad said.

I think he was talking to me.

The woman police officer did the talking for me.

"Then why go through all of this? The kidnapping? Everything?" She asked.

"I did it for her." He said.

"Who?" She asked.

"Juliet." He said.

I shut my eyes, I think I was crying.

I heard the gun click against my head.

He was about to shoot me.

That was when I heard a gun shot, and I felt myself fall to the ground.

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A/N: sorry to put you through this torture ;) anyways, what do you think happened? Let me know! I love you guys and don't think I haven't crept on your profile before. I like to read your stories! They're really good. Ily and thank you guys <3

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