termination // h.s.

6: demons

"So I've found a lead on that son of a bitch recently." Dad mentions as I walk in through the door. He was in the living room with a bag packed with what looks to be essentials and clothes.

"Ohhhh-uh that's good dad" I wasn't very fond of this topic, I hated talking about things related to mum, especially since she isn't here anymore.

"You don't sound very happy, I could finally get him and he can pay for what he's caused."

"Revenge is never the answer dad, look what he did to mum." My voice had risen. I shouldn't have mentioned her because the pure look on his face looked like he was about to crack.

"Don't bring her into this okay, she did that on her own." his voice had become shaky, nervous?

"Well it's not going to bring her back or even Ellie!" By now I was furious I can't believe I'm mentioning them, it's been so long.

"Leave Ellie out of this! I'm going to find him and that's final!" He was persistent and I wanted to argue back but he went through the front door before I had the chance, slamming it shut.

I let out a shaky breathe, pulling at the ends of my hair in frustration. He always does this! Always! He never stops at finding this thing that has somehow caused all of this depression upon us.

My mind was fuming with thoughts left, right and centre and was driving me insane. Stomping all the way to my room and slamming my door shut. I yank the sheets off my bed and lay down trying to make all thoughts leave my head.

***

I was suddenly jolted up by a loud crash coming from downstairs. My first instinct was to grab something, dad always taught me to at least fight, being the first thing I saw was my lamp. I yank off the plug and tip toe my way down the stairs.

All thoughts of what happened with my dad had left my mind as fear overcame my focus. I was scared. It could be nothing, maybe dad came back to apologise, but my gut instinct thought otherwise. Something wasn't right.

I was at the end of the staircase, still hearing the sounds of pots and pans colliding together making an excruciating sound. My breathes were uneven as I didn't know what to do. I wish dad was here.

I took hesitant steps as I slowly made my way to the doorway of the kitchen and peeking in.

The sight in front of me showed two built men, both looking very strong and very intimidating. Their backs were facing towards me. I took a step inside making sure to make as little noise as possible, however that didn't work out so well.

Once I had taken a step the floor boards had creaked making both men turn around and a gasp to leave my lips. Their eyes were black, dark starless eye were looking directly at me as they had found what they were looking for.

I took a step back, the lamp being held behind me out of sight. The two glanced at each other before charging towards me, making me react in hitting one of the men in the head with the lamp. It didn't do much as the other grabbed me by the arm, nails digging into my skin forming a whine to leave my mouth. I tried kicking him with what ever I had but it was no use, he was to strong.

The other stood back up again, giving me the deathliest stare. He grabbed my jaw holding it in place, making me feel like it would snap at any second. The man I didn't hit still had both of my hands behind my back. I keep trying to kick the man that was standing in front of me but he didn't even budge. I wouldn't give up though.

"LET GO OF ME." I whined trying to pry my hands away from his strong grip. The one standing in front let go of my face and shrinking to my height.

"We could do this the easy way or the hard way your choice, bare in mind no-ones going to hear you." His breath smelt like rotten onion and his face was filled with wrinkles and scars, old bastard.

I gave him the biggest greasy I could form and shut my eyes tight. I knew what was about to happen, I was hopeless. What had i done to be in this position. I always thought about this day but never pictured the moment to end like this. This felt strange, one minute I was sleeping and the next I'm about to die, what the fuck.

Before anything else could possibly happen, the grip on my hands were loosened and a loud bang sounded close to my right. I peek my eyes open to be meet with a sight I thought I would never see.

Harry had pushed both men into the wall, dragging them up by their necks. His prominent biceps shown in the action, he sure as hell was strong. He was mumbling something under his breathe, but I couldn't comprehend as it didn't even sound english.

The 2 men's body's were shaking in Harry's grip and a sudden gush of black fog left both of their mouths and they had dropped to the floor looking lifeless, the fog disappearing into the distance. My mind had trouble processing what had just occurred, I'm not dead.

I looked towards the reason why I'm still alive, staring like I've just seen an angel. He saved me.