REMI HOOD

Chapter 16

Remi, about thirty minutes ago

I smile stupidly, that was the most fun I ever had since I was six, thank you Will louis.

I am walking on my way to my house and a hand pulls me into an alley.

"Dad, what are you doing here?" I ask, and his grip on me tightens, his face scrunched up with fury.

"What the hell are you doing with that FBI boy?!" He shouts in my ear. Shit... He must've seen me with Will!

"I can explain-" I start to say but he shoves me towards a wall.

"Shut up! You're supposed to lay low, not kiss the ass of a fucking FBI agent!" He slaps my right-cheek, which immediately turns red.

He continues, "I thought I could get rid of them without actually killing them... But all thanks to you, I have no choice but to kill them."

No, no, no, he can't touch Will...

His hand strikes against my cheek again. I chew my lower lip to stop it from trembling, blinking fast to stop tears that threaten to escape.

I will not cry in front of him.

I take a step away from the brick wall only to see him in front of me, picking up a glass bottle from the floor. "This can be useful.." He grins evilly. I punch his stomach hard, my knuckles going purple, I may even have fractured a bone. Giving me the opportunity to escape.

I try to run away but he's too close to me, he easily grabs me. He pushes me against the wall once more. He raises the glass bottle high with one hand and with the other he keeps me in place, I dig into his arm, scratching him with my nails. Dad has trained me well, but never enough to top him, I hate how I'm so physically vulnerable with him.

"No, no, Dad... Please dont'!" I plead, still refusing to cry. I wiggle under his hold, throwing punches as I try to hurt him. He smirks at me and brings the bottle down to my temple with great force. He lets me go and disappears into the shadows.

Pain shoots through me like fire, making me dizzy. The pain is so raw, I fall to the floor crying out. My head is throbbing crazy, cold tears stream down my face to my mouth. The taste of salt mixes with something else... Blood. I touch my temple, which gives me a piercing amount of pain. I stare at my hand, which is dripping with bright red blood.

I drag myself towards the sunlight, which to me oddly symbolizes hope. I need to get out of this alley, I need to get help. I grunt with pain, the blood is gushing out of the cut in my head, dripping from my chin, staining my wet clothes. My vision starts to get all fuzzy, the throbbing in my head not bearable. Everything's so blurry, I scrunch my eyes in hopes to see something, which causes more pain in my head. An ugly sob escapes from me, I collapse right outside the alley. Then everything went black.