Hostage

Chapter 10

I opened my eyes, and saw blood on the floor. I looked at my mom. She stood there, stiff, and she looked down at her stomach. I was the one who shot her. She poked the whole where the bullet went through, and she collapsed onto the concrete.
"DARLA!" Yelled my dad.

I stood there watching my dad run up to my mom and he looked at me.

"What did you do to her you stupid child! You're nothing but a burden! I hate you!" He yelled at me while he put moms head in his lap. I started to cry.

"She wanted to kill me first! And if you hate me so much why did you have me?" I yelled at him.

"I wish you would've never been given birth to!" Yelled dad.

My head started to throb again, violently. Stop! Stop!

"Stop.....dad! Stop!" I yelled.

"No I won't!" He yelled.

He then ran up to Jackilen with a pocket knife he had been recently carrying around, and cut a big slanted line on her clean, pale skin. As I saw the blood gush out of Jackilens back, my eyes widened. STOP!

"AHH!" Screamed Jackilen in pain.

No, no , no, no,no!!

" STOP!" I yelled, and before I knew it, I stabbed my father in his arm with the pocket knife that he had dropped.

"Kendra! How could you..."he wheezed.

I shook my head while I cried.

"No.....how could you.."I said, crying. "I thought you would really come to love me some day, but I was wrong. Wrong I tell you! And you guys say I was always a burden and a stupid THING, but all I wanted was just for you guys to love us! And you didn't!" I cried.

This could mean the end for my parents, or even for me. I pointed my gun at my dads head. Put my finger on the trigger, and was ready to shoot. But something inside me told me not to. I don't know what was holding me back.

What am I waiting for? I already shot my mom, now my dads one to be shot at, just go for it Kendra. This is all for the sake of your only brother that you love more than your stupid parents, and yet your holding back? Go for it!

Tears tears tears, and more tears just kept flowing out. Why? Why am I crying? I should just let that bullet out right now!

"Dad, why? Why?! Why did you guys abandon us? Why?" I screeched while crying.

"I'm sorry!" He says while putting moms head down on the cold concrete. Mom was dead, and dad is alive. I never looked forward to this.

He covers his face with both hands, and his tears were streaming out of the little cracks in between his fingers since they were not close enough to close up.

"We were told to!" He sniffed.

I looked at him, waiting for more words to come out of his mouth.

"And....." I asked him as he just sat there sobbing away.

"They said if we didn't abandon you guys, that one of you was going to be killed! So we abandoned you for your own safety!" He said.

I still don't get this. I still don't have all of my questions answered on why they hated us, and why they abandoned us. He uncovered his face, his hands all wet from his tears.

"Why did you guys hate us?" I asked him while more tears of mine gushed out as well.

"We didn't want children" he said.

"Why did you give birth then?"I asked him, as my own heart hurt to hearing myself ask this question to my own father. Because if Jason and I didn't exist, known of this would be happening.

"We were stupid! Okay!" He yelled out.

I stood there, while Jackilen was wiggling all over the place because of all the blood that was running down her own back. I looked back at my dad.

"Indeed you were!" I said to him.

He then suddenly grabbed my hand, and took my gun away from me. I flinched as I thought he was going to kill me, but it was the other way around.
He grabbed it, loaded it, and aimed it at guess who, himself. He pointed the gun at his head where his very brain was going to be damaged. I looked at him wide eyed, and wanted to say something, but I don't know what to say.

I take a step forward towards him, but he put his other hand in front of me and said,"leave me be." I took that step back and covered my eyes.
The death of my own father is going to be right in front of me, and I'm not going to stop him.

I uncovered my eyes and he had his finger on the trigger, ready to shoot himself. I then opened my mouth quickly to stop him.

"Da-!"

But I was to late. Here I am, standing in front of a thirty year old man, who was my own father, and a twenty eight year old lady, who was my own mother, in the middle of a ghetto alley near the border of the two cities Yertburg and Bangiler, lying on cold concrete, blood flowing, dead.