shadows || cameron boyce

Chapter Twenty- My Dad.

(AN: If you really wannabgetbthe feels in this chapter listen to Photograph~ Ed Sheeran! That song...)

ANNA

My eyes slowly flutter open and are met by a large figure sat on the other side of the table. I examine my surroundings realizing I was back at home; my old home. Nothing had changed, it was still an rusty, old wooden cottage which was a mess. I wasn't used to this anymore, it looked absolutely horrible. A massive pile of clothes were placed on sofa, right next to where the million boxes of take away were stashed. "I'm leaving that washing for your mother to do," He mumbles whilst munching on his cereal, "If it were possible to raise from the dead." He then chuckled. "What?" I turned to him in disbelief. "Aren't you going to eat?" I groaned deeply. I looked down at the overcooked food which was presented to me on a tattered takeaway container "I would if my hand weren't tied. But looking at this, I don't think I would even if you untied me." I muttered. "Those posh bastards have changed you into the spoiltest little brat. EAT NOW!" He shouts banging his hands on the table. "No.." I respond looking down. "Nobody is coming for you Anna. This is your life now, don't think that heroic little boyfriend of yours is coming to your rescue. They're rich; they have better things to do than come in search of a little care kid like you." He growls walking over to me and looking me straight in the eye. "The Kardashians have loved me more than you ever will." I spit leaning into his face and looking him deep in his eyes; making sure those words stung more than 100 bullets fired into him by the Glock Pistol. He looked at me with sorrow and pain in his eyes. It was as if the devil had sawed through him with a fire covered sword, tearing through his heart, nerves and conscience. "Chika.." He said stroking my hair with his fingers. I flinched as his movement occurred "I-I am so sorry. None of this was meant to happen-" H began. "Then what was, huh? You, what, wanted to take me abroad and go live in some fancy castle with mom and just want me to completely forget what you did to us all those years?" I questioned. "I was five Papa, five. I was an innocent young girl who was taken advantage of (AN: Ew, not like that..) and used as a slave. I the social authorities hadn't came and taken me away, I wouldn't of had a childhood. All I wanted back then was to be normal, to be able to go to school and brag about what my parents had bought me and how what we were doing in our vacay's. I wanted to be normal. But the closest thing I had to normal was Cameron and my imagination. And now that I have everything I want your trying to take that all away from me?" I cried. "I just want to make it better. I want to make it all better." He cried resting his head on my shoulder. "Then untie me and show me what a good dad you can be. I wasn't certain of whether or not my dad truly meant what he was saying but I needed him to trust me enough so I could take him to a Clinical Centre. He needs help and as much I hate to say it, I love him and I still care for him. He slowly turned me around and untied me. A faint sound of police sirens was heard ringing in the distance. My dad snapped his head towards they're direction. "WHO DID YOU CALL?" He screamed pushing me off the chair. "I didn't call anyone, I promise!" I shout raising my arms up in defence. He runs over to the kitchen counter and looks out the window. Within seconds the sirens are at full gust and the sound of a helicopter is blasting through my ears. "Sir, are surrounded, please let the hostage go!" A deep voice says through the tannoy. He marches over to me grabbing a kitchen knife, and places it underneath my neck. He drags me out side and screams, "Go away and no harm will come to my daughter!" (AN: I am so sorry about how unrealistic this is but hey, it has to happen every once in a while. Don't worry..) Three police cars are surrounding the cottage with men with guns.. Aiming at my dad. Both my family and Cameron's family are stood. I feel horrible putting them through this "DON'T SHOOT! He'll listen!" I scream raising my arms. "Anna, dont!!" Cameron shouts lunging towards me with Victor holding him back. "Dad, please. No matter what, I'll always love you even if we're separated. Just please, let me go.." I cry, my face hardened by the tears stains. "WE'RE NOT GOING TO SEPARATED. You are MY LITTLE GIRL." He shouts pressing the knife against my neck. In a split second two bullets are fired. "NO!" I scream. I freeze feeling my dad's grip loosen on me. I slowly turn around and see my unconscious dad lying there before me; blood trickling from his mouth. "DAD!" I scream. I'm suddenly lifted into the air, my legs kicking viciously. "GET OFF!" I scream. "Put her down!" I hear my mom scream. I turn around and they release their grip on me. "Mom.." I say running up to her. She embraces me in a tight hug crying. "I'm so so sorry!" She cries swaying with me back and forth. I'm suddenly tackled in a group hug by my family, my real family. We all stay like that for at least a good ten minutes until I see the boy I've been dying to see for the past day. Cameron. He begins walking over to me, a smile emerging on that freckled face of his. My family realize and let go. "Go get him.." My mom whispers in my ear. I run over to him and embrace him in a tight hug. I wrap my legs around his waist. "My baby girl." He whisper into my ear. I place my forehead on his and brush my lips against his. "I think I'm ready for that kiss you've been waiting for.." I smile. "Right on cue.." He smirks as he presses his lips against mine.

Sparks don't appear.

Flipping fireworks are blasting inside of me. It's a feeling which is indescribable, the only feeling in the world which can compare to it is my boyfriend.

Mr Cameron Mica Boyce.

THE END.

I'm kidding, haha. Although I think I should've saved that ending for the actual end. Oh well.. Anyway, I am most defiantly updating tomorrow!!! If I forget spam me with comments until Ii reply but I don't think that'll be necessary.

Baiiii xxx

Ana xxx