I'm Hurting (H2OVanoss)/BBS (In Progress)

"Be a Dad."

"F*ck run" I whisper as I push them all ahead of me and they all start running. Jon reaches his hand out to me and I take it as he pulls me along as we sprint. We run until we reach my house. I shut the door and we all try to catch our breath. They sit on the stairs as I lean against the wall.

"H-He...h-h-has....a-a...gun...."  I stutter. They all look worried.

"He had a gun?" Brock asks, trying to stay calm. I nod. I take a deep breath and look through the curtain. I stare through the window confused until I realize what I'm looking at.

Another set of brown eyes are staring right back at me.

I close the curtains quickly and hold in my scream. My face gets hot and my breathing gets all f*cked up.

"What's wrong?" Arlan asks quietly. I inhale.

"He's right there."

"What do you-"

"He's at the window. He was staring back a-at me."  I mumble.

"What do we do?" David asks frantically. I quickly walk into the kitchen and grab a knife. I walk back over to the front door and slide down, putting my knees to my chest, knife in hand.

"Evan... are you okay?" Jon asks.

I grip the knife tighter, "Mhm. Let me think." I pull my phone out and call dad. After a few rings, he picks up.

"Hello" he says.

"Where the f*ck are you?'" I ask calmly.

"Me and Jamie decided to go out on a date since your friends are spending the night. Why? What do you want?"

"Your f*cking buddy showed up and is outside our d*mn door with a gun."

"What buddy?"

"Does it matter?"

"Look, be a man."

"Be a Dad." The line goes quiet.

"You never treated me like one."

"I don't need to have this conversation with you. Please just come home."

"I thought you wanted to die?"

"I did... and maybe I still do. But my friends are here, and I'm not gonna let them get hurt. And plus, didn't you say you wanted to do it?" The guys look at me with concern.

"I did, but I have new plans. Anyways, go handle him like a man."

"I'm 17...."

"C'mon, just-"

"You know what? F*ck you. If you're not gonna help then just hang up. I don't have time for this bullsh*t. I know you want me to die anyways, so screw it. I'll talk to you later if we're alive by the time you get here."

"No, wait-" I hang up. I take a deep breath and stand up.

"Evan, be careful with the knife." Brock warns.

"This isn't my first time using a knife."

"But using a knife on another person is different." Brian says.

"I know. I've used a knife on someone before." I mumble.

"Wait what?" Ryan asks.

"Questions later. I gotta take care of this."

"We gotta take care of this." Marcel stands up along with everyone else. I sigh.

"Please be careful." I tell them.