Deadly Double Love

Deadly Double Love 28

“What?” I said, stunned by his confession.

“I wanted to tell you, I really did!” he insists. “I just couldn’t!”

“Why not?” I asked, grateful that he was finally telling me, but furious that he had waited so long.

“He made me promise,” he whispered, suddenly terrified. “He said if I told, he’d kill me too!”

“Who?” I questioned.

“I can’t,” he said. “I can’t tell you.”

“Tell me who kidnapped mom!” I shouted.

As soon as the words escaped my lips, I heard footsteps rapidly coming towards us.

“We have to go!” me dad cried.

“What?” I was terribly confused.

“Please!” he pleaded, tugging on my arm.

Still not sure of what was happening, I started to run with my dad and Scott.

“Stop!” someone called from behind us.

I stopped, but my dad pulled me forward, forcing me to continue running. Suddenly a shot rang out. Everything slowed down as a bullet ripped through my dad’s leg, causing him to drop to the ground. His grip on my arm was so tight that I fell with him. My dad screamed in pain, clutching his calf. I quickly pushed myself into a sitting position.

“Daddy!” I shrieked as his face contorted with pain.

He clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, clearly in agony. I looked at his leg and gasped. Blood was spurting out of the wound at a steady rate with no indication that it would stop anytime soon. I pressed my hands to his leg, hoping to staunch the flow of blood. My dad gasped, overcome by how much the pressure hurt.

Scott appeared at my side and carefully removed my hands from the wound. He then tied a dishtowel around his calf. My dad screamed again, not able to handle the pain. I looked down at my hands, now completely coated in sticky, red blood. There are also spatters of blood covering the front of my shirt and jeans. I must have looked like something straight out of a horror movie. I glanced at my dad again and wondered how anyone could do this to him. I knew the shooting a result of my dad almost telling me who had kidnapped my mom. It had to be the kidnapper who shot my dad. So I turned around to see who did so much harm to my family.

My eyes went straight to the shiny black gun. I then looked up, at the shooter’s face, and gasped in shock.