Riley

Chapter 35

Riley POV
"You killed her!?" She gasps "what! Why?"

Peter tightens his grip on my hand. I feel his eyes on my face as I search my Michael's eyes for some logical reason.

"I told you, she was nagging me. " He sighs. "I later regretted my actions though. She was a fun woman. I kind of miss her."

"I should kill you. You monster." I say through grit teeth. My teeth are clenched together so tight I could possibly break them.

His hand taps on the gun and a stern look crosses his face.

"Ah, ah, ah. Calm down sweat heart. I said I regretted it. " he warns.

"So let me get this straight. You killed my birth mother right after she conceived me because she was nagging you. you told the family that she went on vacation to never return. Then married her twin sister, who I thought was my birth mother this whole time."

My voice growing more angry by the second I take a steadying breath.

"Then when Lorraine found out that you killed her sister, my mother, she pulled a gun on you. Then you beat her to a pulp and you were sent to jail. You get out and shoot her dad, my grandfather, as revenge on her. Then shoot down her plane when she's on it, killing her. Then send these men after me and bring me hear..." I finish taking a deep breath.

I remember coming home from a friends and seeing my mother...Lorraine, in a cast. She told me she had fallen down the basement stairs on her way to training.

"Yes that sounds about right. The story sounds so much better coming from someone else's mouth. Eat more popcor-"

"Forget the stupid popcorn!" I yell and fling the bowl at him.

Popcorn rains all around him as he looks at me with a straight face, unfazed by the falling popcorn. He shakes his head at me.

"Riley dear, that wasn't really nice. "

He stands and brushed himself off, leaving the gun on the floor near him. I stand and move so that we are basically nose to nose.

"You will never be my father. "

I kick the gun from near him and it hits the wall of weapons with a thud. My fist fly to hit his face but he catches it.

"Riley!" Daniel yells.

"Get the boys." Michael demands.

I try to knee him in his area but he pushes my knee back down before I can hit him. With my free hand I aim for his throat and land a hit.

He releases me and gasps for air. Gunshots go off behind me and I freeze, to scared to turn and look.

Another shot makes me jump. I hear grunts and I turn quickly to see that the man that Michael had shot in the foot, shot two of the other men in the head. One of them being Marco.

Daniel and Peter are fighting with two men as the third man tries to go for Daniel.

Turning back to Michael, I duck just in time for him to land a punch. I drop low and do a spin kick which trips him and makes him fall to floor with a thud.

I hop over his body and grab a two guns. I turn to toss one to Peter and see him snap the neck of the man he was fighting with.

Daniel is on his knees on the floor as one man holds him down and the other has his head in his hands, about to snap his neck.

I aim and shoot the man that has his head, in the head and he falls backwards dead before he even hits the ground.

I toss the other gun to Peter and he shoots the remaining attacker.

The man who had helped us shoot and kill the first two men, the one Michael shot in he foot , is still on the floor holding his own foot.

"We have to go Riley." Peter says

"Kill him!" Daniel yells at me.

I look to the man that I once knew as my father. He holds out his hand and I stomp on it. His fingers crunch and he grinds his teeth together and grunts in pain.

"Kill him!" Daniel encourages.

I point the gun at his face and get ready to pull the trigger. All the memories of him and I playing together flash through my head. All the times we worked out and trained together.

I remember the almost unbearable pain I dealt when I was told he had 'died' in a car accident.
I don't want to be the reason why he actually dies.

I bring my foot back and kick him hard across the ribs. I click the gun and shoot him in the arm.

He howls out in pain.

"That's for what you did to Lorraine. "

My stomach churns. We have to get out of hear.

"Get that man who helped us, he's coming too. " I demand.

"What, Riley. come on, he helped to get you hear." Peter complains.

"And he also just shot two people in the head to help get us out of a sticky situation. We're taking him."

"We're taking him." Daniel repeats in an unflattering mocking voice imitation of me.

They both move and grab an arm of the man on the ground and lift him. Putting an arm on their shoulders and aiding him in his hobbling on one foot to to the door.

I draw my foot back one last time to kick Michael and land directly in center of him chest. I hope his chest caves in.

I turn to leave and see that they are not even halfway to the door.

"Where are he keys?" I ask the injured man.

"There in my pocket. "

I dig through his deep pockets until I grab them. We're more than halfway to the door now when I hear a click from behind.

I turn to look back at my father and see that he has crawled to the wall of weapons and grabbed a gun. Which is now aimed at us.