JESSICA
"Uncle Zack, when are we going to go away like you said a few months ago?" I asked him sitting down on the ratty old sofa which stunk of cigarettes, weed, and alcohol, uncle Zack's friends had been over again I see... He looked over at me from his arm chair where he watched the tv which must've been ancient! His eyes were deep and hollow, which made me shiver in a nervous way like I always did.
"My dear Jessica, do you remember the day I found you?" I nodded unsure at what he was getting at. "You were on the brink of death my dear child...however I, being the kind man I am, took you in to my house, where you can sleep on a duvet, eat food, and have a shelter from the rain, none of which you had before. I think instead of pushing me to the edge about what I said many months ago, you should be thanking me, don't you?" He smiled that sneaky, vile smile, which I hated. My heart was on fire with many emotions. The main one being anger.
"Uncle, you promised me! But instead you've been wasting your money on bloody drugs! Alcohol! The food I eat is luke warm, out of date and you don't give any care about my health and well being, that my duvet has mould, isn't warm and yet you won't let me leave! I was better without you Zack! And my dog! Where is Ty!?!?"
"Your pushing my patience child...Ty is fine, well not for much longer!" He laughed a gravelly laugh then looked back at the tv. I stood up and left the room, up the rotting stair case that creaked violently, past the boarded window, when I got to the top, I froze and went silent, I listened as I heard a whimpering that belonged to my beloved Ty. Following the noise, I ended up under the attic door, I peered around me, looking for the key. Score! I spotted it above the bathroom door, I jumped and grabbed it, proud of my self. I pulled out the step from my room, climbed up and unlocked the door, I can't believe uncle put him up there again....why?! The door quietly swung open and I grabbed a stunned Ty out of there and into my arms where I could protect him again, I covered his crying mouth, locked the door and took him into my room with the steps, locked my door and placed him down in front of me.
"Ty baby, I'm sorry, I can't believe I've got us into this situation." I cried as he weakly walked towards my legs. "Here baby. I stole some of uncles chicken from the fridge. Eat up baby, we have a hard task ahead of us. Escaping." I handed him a huge lump of chicken to help him recover from days of starvation. He gulped it down then cuddled into me again, i stroked him till he drifted of then picked him up and layer down on my duvet with him on my tummy. He sighed heavily, then I gradually fell asleep to the rhythm of his beating heart.
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EVE
"I want every house on the west side checked for Jessica, do you hear me, all of you?" Heath directed his men, as we stood in a field just yards from the houses the reporter had directed us too. It was a cold morning and I stood wrapped in a fur coat, scarf, and my thick gloves which I loved, not as much as my Jessica though.
"I want to search as well Heath..." I told him once all the men had left on the search.
He looked at me in shock. "Baby no, he's dangerous, he could have a gun for all we know, I can't let you get into that type of situation." He held my face again his eyes flooding emotions of love, hurt, and longing into my heart. I blushed thinking about last night, and how we had reignited our passion for each other once again, which made my heart lift, knowing we were almost perfect again.
"Okay but can we at least walk round, you never know she could just be in the front garden or looking out a window?" I begged him.
"Come on then." He smiled holding my hand, and guiding me towards the crooked old, estate houses.
Hours later there was no development, and as we all regathered, until I heard an ear piercing scream just a couple of houses down from where we were.
"Jessica...Jessica!!!" I screamed as I ran to the noise where I had heard the definite cry of my daughter, I ended up at a boarder up front door where the red paint was peeling badly and the glass was cracked, all the glass was boarder up. I heard Heath running after me, I backed up, gathered my inner strength, then kicked the door down, thanks Heath for the tips ahah, I thought to my self. I ran inside, Heath and a couple of men behind me. It was dark, smelt of drugs and alcohol, also human feces, urine, and sick. I couldn't see a thing, only hear the whimpering of a child, and a dog....-
"Well well well, what do we have here?" A familiar sickening voice sounded from the blackness that surrounded us. "I'm sorry, I must welcome you to my new home, well our new home...." Suddenly the lights went on and there he was; Zack, gripping onto my daughters dirty collar by the neck, where she cried my name, also a small puppy dog which she clung onto like it was her only thing left in the world that she loved. Zack was gaunt, his eyes sunk back into his grey face, his lips dry and chapped, while in his free hand he held an empty bottle of beer.
"Well Zack, you've certainly let your self go haven't you..." Heath snarled, pushing me behind him defensively.
"wrong choice of words brother..." He pulled out a gun as he dropped his glass bottle which smashed all over the floor. "Would you like to see your daughter and her pet here, dead? It would be a terrible mess, not to mention the waste of life wouldn't it now...? Common Eve, we've been friends for a long time haven't we, explain to your husband here that it is vital that he keeps his ugly mouth closed." He smirked at me, sickening the deep pit of my stomach.
"How dare you associate yourself to me in that way! Your a disgusting scum bag, you don't deserve to be alive, your a pathetic excuse for a human being! And I hate you, you hear me! I hate you!" I yelled at him.
JESSICA
as I looked my parents, they looked like different people, older people, weak people, dying people. How could I have done this to them, as I held Ty to my heart, while being strangled by the psychopath that clung onto my filthy top I wore which smelt of both mine and Tys wee and poo, I wanted to be sick and disgusted by the problems I had caused for so many people. Not thinking I places Ty down on the floor and pushed him towards my parents. "Keep Ty safe, please." I begged, my mum nodded as she handed him to one of the police men who took him out, and from what I saw, placed him in a police car and locked him in, he was too weak to even look back at me on his way out, which is why I had to save him.
"How endearing Jessica...but I don't need a dog dead to make me happy, I have all I need right in this house." He laughed as the door slammed shut, they all whirled round to see one of Zacks familiar friends his name was Rosco I believe, he had crooked sharp teeth, a wonky eye, but built like a machine. No there was no safety point. Just then more of Zacks men stomped down the stairs, drunk but able, they stood behind us with their guns out. From what I had worked out it was eight men to six of my dad and his men, which meant I was scared for my mum and her safety, but her face was rock solid and built like a statue, of beauty and independence. Just looking at my mum like that gave me the strength I needed, I lifted up my leg as high as my energy would allow me, then swung down with so much force into Zacks private area, his grip loosened as he growled in anger, I took the chance to run over to my mum and dad who pulled me desperately into them crying. Tears streamed out of all of our eyes, but we stopped as we heard a gun shot. Zack had shot the ceiling.
"NO! YOU MAY HAVE HER, BUT YOU HAVE NO WAY OUT!!!" He yelled his face bright red.
"Zack give up, just let us go, your a nut job, who's on drugs, alcohol, and you look like you haven't changed or showered in months, hand your self in and let us go in peace." Daddy told him sternly
"NO, NO ONE IS LEAVING!" He stormed towards us, but one of the police shot him in the floor, he fell to the ground in agony as he cried. My daddy held his hand up not to shoot any more.
"This won't end well brother, give up and go with my men, your better off that way..." Daddy walked towards him as Zack begun to stand once again, he just wouldn't die would he...
"You have no idea Heath! You get the beautiful girl, the treasured daughter, the big house, the nice friends, the security, I have nothing, no one..." He gritted his teeth so hard I could hear them grinding, I was just thankful Ty was safe.
"My life isn't all butterflies, and rainbows Zack, and if you hand yourself in, you can get out and still redeem your self and get a good life and a family if you choose the right path." He told Zack as kindly has he could, but we all knew that was not the case, he was never getting out of prison this time and I think even Zack knew that.
"Bullshit!!! You think I'm a fool, if I hand my self in I'm as good as dead, no better than where I am now, so I may we well do what I want to do." Then he raised his gun, straight at.....my mom....no! Daddy's eyes widened in shock and despair.
"Zack please..." My mom whispered holding her hands infront of her...her eyes watered, and her legs shook, her old looking face looked tired once again.
"No don't say my name! Your the reason I'm here! If you hadn't agreed to marry my brother for a billion dollars, none of us would be here!" He yelled, spitting every where.
"Zack, this has nothing to do with that! It was years and years ago! I love your brother no matter how it came about, this is at the fault of your own, and yours only! If you had just left us alone, my daughter alone, this wouldn't have happened!" Mom explained softly as she could.
"Your daughter came to me you bitch! I found her starving in a tree trunk, with that mut of a dog, this must end,many it ends here!" He aimed at my moms head, and pulled the trigger. Everything went in slow motion, I watched, I was pulled back by one of the police men, as two more ran to grab Zack who was laughing, throwing his head back laughing, a laugh that haunts people for the rest of their lives, from horror movies, and this would haunt me, cried echoed around me, as I head my moms cry, I tore my eyes away from Zack, down to my mother...who held my daddy in his arms...no...no...no...god no. Please no! Not my daddy, blood poured out of his side, his eyes watered but the were still only for Eve, his eyes locked on her face, as he shook and trembled in pain. My face burned, I was on fire once again, I was in agony once again, he had shot my father. Mom cried and cried as she held him in her arms. She looked up at me, then quickly back to my daddy, he whispered so quietly I could barely hear, yet I still made out the last words; "I love you Eve, I love you and our Jessica, take care of her, and never let her forget me, ever....ever, Eve...." And his eyes faded, drifted shut, and he fell limp in her arms. Mom wiped her eyes, then looked up, straight ahead at Zack who was being cuffed by the police. She placed daddy's head down on the ground, looked around her and her eyes focused on one thing by my foot, I peered down through the tears, two guns. She crawled towards me, eyes glittering with a vengeance, no one was watching her but me, she grabbed a gun, and looked up. I discretely bent down and picked the other one up, as my mom aimed for Zacks heart, I followed her aim, mom wiped her eyes with her sleeve of her bloody jumper, steering blood across her cheeks, she looked like pure evil, and it scared me, but I followed her still...looking ahead, I focused in on his heart, beneath his dirty blood covered white tee shirt, I could hear the pumping of his blood, the heat of his veins where swishing Crimson filled them, giving him life, undeserved life...a life where all he done was cause people pain, especially my family, and now it was over, for good. My brain was as awake as it could be, no one could stop me now, I placed a finger on the trigger, I felt it's cold surface, one more move and death would fill the room once again, a dark but satisfying thought, slowly I pulled the trigger back, the sound was deafening, but it wasn't the only shot that went off, I looked down, mom, she had also shot a bullet, her eyes widened at me, I mouthed sorry to her, she smiled a small smile back at me. Finally we both looked at our dirty work, I walked dramatically and proudly to stand over the body of my dead uncle, crimson leaked from his chest, his eyes were stunned open, looking at....me. The police looked down, at the dead cuffed man, while the other men held onto uncles side druggies, who were now silent.
I smiled triumphantly, then everything went black....