Saving Callum (Revised)

Break-In...Sorta? pt 2

CALLUM P.O.V

I go over the plan over and over in my head, I was determined to get this right. I can't believe my father would murder anyone but that's the stupid me. the me who still sees him as the man he was before he became a monster.

I pulled up to my house quickly parking to jump out of my car, jogging up to my house, taking a deep breath I unlock the door and enter.

"Cally!" a tiny voice screams at me from atop the staircase, looking up I see my little sister Ryan making her way towards me.

"Don't run on the stairs or you'll fall!" her mother screams after her.

Victoria my dads fling that stuck, I had no opinion of the lady, I truly didn't care but I did thank her for giving me the little joy I do have in my life.

I open my arms wide preparing to catch her as she jumps from the last two steps, catching her I twirl her around as she giggles.

"Hi, my little bugger, did you have a good day today?"

"It was awesome! I played with so many toys and wrote my name all by myself!"

"What I'm so proud of you!" I squeeze her tightly.

Later that night I sit in my room, I was scared...admittedly as the time came closer and closer, I began to doubt myself. What if I don't get the key?

Downstairs I hear the door slam open, "CALLUM!"

Ahh, the voice of the monster beckons me yet again.

Sluggishly I stand up from my bed, dreading what that thing downstairs could want now. Every step on the rigid wood floors felt heavy with dread, the long hallway felt like an endless tunnel of darkness as I slowly make my way down it.

"Sir," I say as I deceased the stairs.

"Tonight we're having a very important client of mine over for dinner, I accept you to attend and be on your best behavior understand?"

Guest? Why do I have to play pretend with a bunch of strangers?

"Understand!"

"Yes sir"

"Good, you're dismissed," with this he waves his hand absently at me.

Time seems to go by slowly as I wait in my room, thoughts of how the night would play out spinning around my head but only one stuck out, my dad will yet again pretend to be the most loving man in the world and I...I'd go along with it. I felt disgusted with myself, how could I sit and pretend to be a perfect family? I knew the truth but if lying means I won't get beat for just one night, that I can see Ryan that's all that matters.

Finally, it was time for dinner, I Had sleeked my midnight black hair back and put on a sleek black pinstripes suit, leaving the top two buttons undone. Taking a final look at myself, I inhale, well time to get this over with I think as I exhale.

Dinner was going as good as it could possibly go, Father had introduced his client to us telling us how he's a great man and that we'll be seeing him often. The man had a shitty name if I do say so myself, what kind of a name is Alibet Kinney Dorsey?

"So Callum, I hear you go to one of the best universities in the city?"

I look up to the man looking at me expectantly, I had been playing with my food after losing my appetite...well, I never had much of one to begin with.

"Ah, yes well I wouldn't say it's too great" I shrug still not fully looking at the man.

"Well, it something right. I mean you could be slinging drugs and then I'd have to arrest you," the man starts to cackle like he told the funniest joke ever...he didn't.

I mentally roll my eyes at him "No sir I wouldn't dare," placing a small fake smile on my face I give out the driest laugh manageable.

I look over to my father who's watching the interaction with hard eyes, his face is starting to turn slightly pink, blushed from all the vodka he has ingested. After a couple more drinks I can get to work.

"Hey dad, why don't we all do a toast?"

"For what?"

"Well Mr. Dorsey here is just so great, I bet your business ventures will be very eminent."

"Mm, what you spoke is indeed true words, come! Shots for everyone!"

After getting the men to play a game of shots my father was finally plastered enough where I could finally make a move.

Seeing that his guest got back to his hotel safely first, my father headed to the deck for his nightly cigar, stumbling as he went. I silently followed behind him watching his every move. Once outside it didn't take long for my dad to pass out on his favorite chair.

I knew he kept his keys inside his right pocket now I just had to get them.

Slowly I slide the deck doors open trying to make as little noise as possible. Suddenly he tosses in his sleep, I drop down to the floor hoping he doesn't wake. After about ten seconds I peep my head up to check if he's sleeping. Once confirmed that he is I think its best to stay low and crawl over to him.

When my father is sleeping, he looks like the man I once knew, someone who was loving, friendly and a great father, what happened to make him change so drastically.

The keyring is hanging slightly out of his pants now all I have to do is get them out, I slowly reach out towards him, checking his face as I go. I decided it best to try I put one finger through the loop and hold my other hand under so the keys won't cling together when I pull them out.

"HEY!"

He suddenly shouts making me freeze in place. Oh no, have I been caught? I was too scared to move, too scared to breathe. I stayed in position for more than a minute, listening and waiting for the harsh words and painful fist, but I never came.

Sighing in relief I finally pulled the keys from his pocket and crawled my way into the house.

Now, I know on the weekends my father doesn't frequent his home office much so all I have to do is unlock the door and leave it, to fully unlock the door I have to use the key he keeps hidden in the vase by the door.

Taking careful steps I make my way to the huge oak doors, these doors always held a mystery from the time I was a child I was never allowed to enter here, no one except him was.

Inserting the key I slowly twist it before a click indicated it was partially unlocked. Now to just put the keys back easy right?

Putting the keys back into his pocket seemed impossible so I put them on the hard concrete of the deck, when he wakes, he'll think he dropped them.

Satisfied I head upstairs for some rest, I have a long day ahead of me.