hurricane between

chapter twenty four

                   Annabel POV
      
        Oh no. I was shivering to my core. My steps getting slow and Ronald  walked to my side. 
       " Are you okay" . He asked and I could feel the sincerity in his voice.  I nodded I wasn't able to utter anything I felt like I lost my voice.
        We entered the room and there he was .
          I hated him from every part of my body. I wanted to tear him apart. But then I looked down at my hands and how tiny they were compared to how big he was it wouldn't have any effect on him.
          " Wha.............. what is she doing here?". He was even stammering and the fear he has on  his face,  how glad I was to see that.
           " Annabel", Ronald called ignoring his questions . I turned to face him .  " Do you know him?". I nodded again  and he gave me that reassuring smile again and I felt my confidence lit up.
          And without him asking me any further questions I decided to say everything all at once not digging into those bad memories one after the other which would take longer . I needed to leave this place I couldn't stand a second with this monster.
       I started by telling him how my so_ called father totally sold me to this monster as a sex slave. Saying those things alone already made my eyes to tear up.how he beats me as well whenever I refuse for him to touch me with those filthy hands .
            The next second I turned to face Ronald, he was already pinning him to the wall, and the next thing were punches all over his face.
            " You still continued to molest girls? You have a daughter her age and that didn't stop you from doing those dirty things to her?"
         "Ronald listen I promise it was a mistake?". And I was shaking my head regally.
          " My mom? Was that a mistake as well?". Ronald asked and I looked at the man again and everything clicked.
         His uncle??.
        This was even worst than I thought and I had to run away before I go seriously crazy.
         Ronald dragged my hand before I could leave.
            " What is the worst punishment you think he deserves?. Just name it ".
            " I just don't want to see his face ever aga...... again". I said my voice shaking then I took a moment to stare at the monster with dagger eyes before running out of the room.
           
                Ronald POV
       
         "See the hell you've made her life to be" . I said and he made an attempt to say something . " I don't want to hear whatever you want to say , turn around and look through the window and tell me what you see".
       And Immediately he turned I shot him on his right leg." That's for my mom". I said, he was on the ground bleeding." I walked over to him , squatting in front of him ." You love women , don't you?. Now, kiss the gun I want you to lick it cause this would be your last woman ". He hesitated pleading with me and I got more infuriated as I shove the gun into his mouth, and taking it out I shot him on his left leg.
        " That's for Annabel".
      Pulling his hair hard I pointed the gun at his temples. " And this is your goodbye to the world". I pulled the trigger and he was lifeless on the ground.
         There was no sense of guilt running through my spine I only felt an inner Sense of peace knowing that my mom would be smiling at me for Justice.
        I saw Derrick standing at the door with a huge smile on his face as he stroll towards me with open arms and Even though there was blood in my hands I couldn't ignore  hugging him  as I wrapped those hands around him.
     It was a mission successful, although we never envision something like this,  we never knew were going to see this monster on days like this but fate wanted  to bring us justice.

     Annabel.
    She must be so devastated and so I quickly run towards the direction of her room.
As I had expected, she was sobbing so hard and I knew she was torn apart. Wanting to help her to regain herself. But when I thought deep inside there was no better way for me to offer comfort, maybe she needed to be left alone . To organize  everything happening.
   This was tragic for her.
     I attempted to walk away before a tiny voice pulled me to a halt stop.
        "Please don't go".