Chapter 16

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The lanterns lit the sky as everyone let them fly away. 

“I love you daddy.” I whispered before I let mine go to fly away. Dylan and Patrick stood next to me also holding there lanterns. They let theirs go just after I let mine go. I felt two sets of arms wrap around me and I knew straight away that it was the boys. I didn’t turn around I just hugged their arms closer to me. I felt fresh tears form in my eyes and the lights started to become blurry. I wiped the tears that had fallen away from my face, I had cried enough. My dad wouldn’t want me to cry. He would tell me every time he went to work that he may not come home. This time he didn’t come home. People kept coming up to me saying that they are sorry for my loss but all I can think about is if they really are. As the crowd started to disappear I saw one figure that stood out to me so much, that I had know since I was a child. I broke out of the hold the boys had on me and hopped towards the person.

“Mum!” I yelled as I hopped as fast and I could. She turned around and a smile plastered onto her face when she see me. When I get to her I don’t know if I should hug her. She looks so weak and fragile and it I hug her she will break.

“Bibi, you’ve changed.” My mum states as she looks me up and down.

“Not that much mum, it has only been a few months.” I laugh softly. Mum walks over to me and hugs me. I hug her back but not tightly of course. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you while you were getting treated. Dad thought it was best for me to wait until the chemotherapy was done.” Mum nodded her head and hugged me again.

“Oh how I missed you Bibi. How have you been? What have you been up to? and how on earths name did you get on crutches young lady?”  I look at her, can I tell her I go to a school for assassins or not? I look over at Patrick and I ask him. He tells me not to, so I don’t. I tell my mum about what has been happening on the farm and what I am going to do with it now. I tell her about Jay getting putting into a coma but not the reason of course. We sit and talk for what seems like hours. I feel a tap on my shoulder and I spin around to see someone I have never seen before. They show me the but of a gun and send  a glare at me. Where is Patrick and Dylan? I look over to my mum and give her an apologetic smile.

“I am really sorry mum but I have to go back to the school campus, it is getting late.” She nods her head and stands up at the same time I do. I hug her tightly(not to tightly though )and kiss her cheek. 

“I love you mum.” I say before hopping after the mystery man. 

“I love you to Bibi.” She calls after me. I look around to see if I can see Dylan or Patrick. Not a single sight of them. I sigh and the man looks at me. I look down and continue to hop. I turn around and see that we aren’t in my mums vision anymore so I take the chance. I stop hopping and swing one of the crutches at the mans head hoping to take him by surprise, which I do. I then swing it back the other way he turns around and pulls out the gun. Guess I didn’t think this though well. I don’t think anything else,I just act on impulse. I swing the crutch and try to knock the gun out of his hand. I step on left ankle and I feel an immense amount of pain in my leg. I try my best to ignore it. I dodge one of his punches then I hit him on the knee cap with the end of my crutches making hime bend over in pain. I swing both of my crutches at his head. They connect with his head at the same time easily knocking him out. His body slumped forward and fell to the ground. His gun flew from his hands and clattered on the ground. I jump back in surprise away from him grabbing my crutches and putting my weight on them. I walked forwards and picked up the gun and held onto it. I hobble backwards with great difficulty not wanting to turn away from him. I feel a hand cover my mouth and I struggle to get out of the gip, another hand goes down to the arm that had the gun. The try to release it from my grip but that only makes me hold it tighter.

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