Spitfire

38. Where Is He?

Stacy

I wake up and the first thing I see is dead eyes staring back at me. My throat clogs up and I feel like I'm going to be sick. My legs kick into gear and I scramble back, biting back a scream.

My eyes dart everywhere looking for a phone, I need to call for help. I try not to look where he lays and the tears fall again. I'm relieved he can't hurt me again, but why was it me that had to end it? I spot something and see a phone. When I grab it my hands shake because I have to be near him again. The screen is cracked but thank God it still works.

"Hello"

I sigh in relief at the familiar voice, and my voice cracks.

"D-daddy"

"Sweetheart what's wrong?"

"I... I k-killed him"

"What the hell are you talking about Stacy?"

"D-Dominic he, he's dead daddy."

"Son of a bitch! Where are you?"

"I d-don't know. He st-stabbed Chris and then t-took me."

"Open up the location in the phone. I will find you sweetheart."

"Hurry please. I need to help Chris."

"I'll take care of everything."

Just as I'm about to speak the line goes dead.

"Shit!"

I drop the phone, hug my knees and rock back and forth. I stare at a motionless Dominic and scream.

"You fucking asshole! Why couldn't you have left me alone! None of this would have happened!"

I feel like I'm going crazy.

"That's because you are." I scramble back because it's Dom's voice. I look at him but he's still not moving.

"I'll haunt you forever." His menacing laugh echo s through my mind. "You'll never get rid of me."

"Shut up!!!" I scream as a pair of arms wrap around me. I look in horror until I realize it's my father. I throw my arms around him.

"Daddy!"

"I got you sweetheart." His voice shakey as he holds onto me tighter. "Did he hurt you?" He asks as he pulls back and examines me.

"I'm fine. He just threw me in a trunk but Chris..." I scramble to my feet to go find my man. "He's hurt we need to go."

"I have someone checking on him now. But I need to get your statement so we can get this done correctly." I nod my head, as I my body shakes.

So I tell him everything that has happened since Dominic got out. I see my father try to compose himself.

"Damn it Stacy! Why didn't you tell me all of this?"

"I didn't know he did all of this."

He pulls me into a hug again and whisper's in my ear. "The son of a bitch is lucky he is dead. Or I would kill him myself. Let's get you checked out."

"No daddy, I need to get to Chris."

He steps back and looks at me with a Stern glare. "You will get checked out." I hang my head and nod.

The EMT comes over and checks me and gives me the okay just as I hear my dad's voice.

"Are you sure?" He looks at me with a wary look. "Fucking, son of a bitch! Alright we are on our way." He pockets his phone and slowly approaches me.