Us Against The World // Chris Martin

Chapter 27: Trouble

We made our way over to the door, but my mum stood in front of it.

"And where do you think you're going?" She Asked.

"Dad.." I whimpered.

Chris stood in front of me, dropping my suitcase and using his arms to Shield me.

"I'm taking Aaliyah home." He said. "I have full custody."

She laughed. "Honey, I didn't give a shit about the law to begin with." She Said. She pulled out a knife, holding it up. "What makes you think I'll care now?"

Chris gasped, stepping back a little while shielding me more.

"Evelyn, think for a second.." he said pleadingly. "Just let us go."

"She's my daughter!" She screamed. "I gave birth to her! All you ever did was leave after sleeping with me!"

"I'm sorry...I-I wouldn't have done that if I had known you were pregnant!" Chris Said, tears beginning to fill his eyes. "Please, let us leave...I only want the best for Aaliyah."

"That's all I wanted!" Mum Shouted.

"You hurt me!" I cried, stepping out from behind Chris. "You've never wanted what's best for me! Admit it!"

"You dumb little brat.." she said, beginning to stomp over to me.

She held up her knife, and Chris blocked me. "Don't touch her!" He shouted.

That was the first time I had ever heard him shout. In fact, I had at first brought myself to believe he was incapable of it.

She tried to pull Chris away from me, but he stood his ground, then looked back at me.

"Aaliyah, Run!" He said to me, and I nodded, running into the other room.

I hid under my bed, watching as my mum tried to fight Chris.

Chris didn't fight, though. He only tried to calm her down.

"Think about this, please, Evelyn." He pleaded. "You don't need to hurt anyone.."

"What's the fun in that?" She shouted.

She was psycho. I'm surprised I ever made it out of here alive in the first place.

"Please.." Chris Said again, trying to hold back mum's hand, which she held her knife in.

Suddenly, she stopped, lowering her knife.

"You're right.." she mumbled.

Chris looked at her, swallowing a bit.

What was she doing? Had she finally realised what she was doing?

"No one needs to get hurt." She Said. "But that doesn't necessarily mean that no one needs to die.."

Chris's eyes widened, and mine did as well.

I tried to crawl out from under the bed as fast as I could, but when I got to my feet, it was too late.

Mum lifted up her knife, stabbing Chris.

Chris let out a cry of pain as he gripped his stomach.

"Dad!" I screamed.

She pulled the knife out of him, letting him fall to his knees.

Blood spilled out into his trembling hands, and I felt my heart drop.

"Dad!" I cried, tears streaming down my face.

I began to run over, but mum held the bloody knife at me. "Don't you dare!" She Shouted.

I gasped, stepping back.

"Please.." I sobbed. "Just let me see him.."

She looked back at him, then at me. "Why do you even want him?" She Asked. "He's only faking his happiness. Having you with him gives him more fame."

"That's not true!" I Shouted.

"It's completely true!" She Said. "There is no perfect parent, and there is no happy ending!"

"I'm not perfect." Chris Said, wincing. "But at least I'm not you.."

She looked at him, her eyes full of rage.

She kicked him in the face, causing him to fall to the floor, whimpering.

"Stop!" I screamed, running over.

She slapped me in the face. "Get away from me!" She Shouted, then turned back to Chris, Kicking him in the stomach, right where the knife wound was.

He inhaled sharply, trying to keep himself from crying out again and giving her the satisfaction of hurting him. Not only that, but I think he was trying not to scare me.

But I knew what pain looked like.

This was how she murdered her boyfriend in the first place, and how she used to beat on me growing up.

He tried to sit up, but she lifted him up by his shirt, throwing him against the wall.

He fell to the floor, gripping his stomach again.

"Daddy!" I sobbed.

I wanted to save him. But she was psycho, and holding a knife.

If I died, there'd be no way to save him.

"I'm okay.." he said, forcing a smile through the pained expression on his face. "I promise, everything will be alright."

Mum growled loudly, lifting up her knife again.

I ran over, grabbing her hand as she tried to bring it down on Chris again.

"Let me go!" She screamed. "What the hell do you think your doing?!"

"Saving my dad!" I Shouted.

I turned her hand with the knife, and it plunged straight into her heart.

Her face fell, and immediately went pale.

She dropped the knife, stepping back a bit, before falling straight to the floor.

I went over, placing my fingers on her neck.

There was no pulse.

She was dead.