My life wasn't mine (Harry : Harriette Hook) {💯%}

6. Oh god...

I slammed the door behind us as we got home.  I leaned against the door and Cj looked at me.
"Are you okay?" she asked while she was clearly terrified herself.
"I ASKED YOU TO DO ONE THING!" my dad shouted and Cj jumped back as dad grabbed my collar.
"I. ASKED. ONE. DAMN. THING. FROM. YOU." he barked in my face and I looked at him.
"Preteding to be a guy for six yers doesn't count huh..." I mumbled and he looked at me.
"There's no pretending. You are my son!"
"I'm not..." I said softly and his eyes got darker thanks to his anger.
"You shall listen to me. I am your father and you do as I say!"
I shook my head repeatingly.
"N- No... I won't do this any longer. I'm not your son, I am your daughter. Both Cj and I are your dughters. And you got to accept that instead of forcing me-" 
But he slapped me in the face.
"You're my son. Whenever you want to or not." he sissed. 
Tears burned behind my eyes and my father glared at me.
"Be happy I'm not keeping my promise, that I'm actually letting you live." he sissed as he dropped me on the ground, kicking me in my stomach. 
I bended over in pain and he hit/kicked me multiple times.
Until I heared a gunshot.
He fell on the ground, next to me and I looked up. 
Seeing how Cj's hands were trembling while she was holding a gun. Tears were running down her cheeks and I quickly got up.
"Oh my god... Cj." I said as I hurried to her.
I crefully took the gun from her, tossing it side before hugging her.
"I... I killed him... I'm a muderer..." Cj cried and my mind wasn't processing this fast enough. 
"Sh... It's not your fault..." I kept saying, not sure what else to say. 
My dad might'veforced me to be his son, but this was the damage which he did to Cj. 
He messed with her mind... Now she got hold of a gun and shot him. 
Cj was trembling as she started to sob softly.
"I killed him..." she kept saying.
"Cj, take it easy..." I said as her breathing started to liberate.
I gently rubbed her back nd it helped, her breathing slowed down a bit and after a while... I finally calmed her down.

"We got to get rid of his body..." I mumbled after a while.
"What should we do with it?" Cj asked in a soft voice and I looked at her. 
"We could throw hm into the crocodile pit?"
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"It's not like he deserves a grave..."
Cj agreed and I sighed. 
He was gone, really gone... 

I dragged dad's body to the crocodile pit and Cj followed me. 
We saw how mr. Smee and the rest of dad's crew stood on the deck f the Jolly Rogger, seeing how we threw his body in the cocodile pit. 
"Damn..." Black Murphy mumbled and I saw the concern in mr. Smee's eyes.
"Never mess with the Hook sisters, I suppose..." Mullins said and the rest of my dad's crew agreed.

Mr. Smee ctually came to the Hook house a little while after that.
"What happened?" he asked and Cj looked away, both of us might've hated dad... But she still felt horrible for killing him. 
"A lot..." I answered and he looked at us.
Mr. Smee always cared for us and he sighed.
"I meant what happend with your dad?" he asked and a few tears rolled down Cj her cheeks.
"Dad was beating me up and..." I said but I trailed off.
"I killed him." Cj said softly and mr. Smee looked at her. 
"You did...?" 
"Maybe you should just leave us mr. Smee... Our father is dead, which would make you now the captain of the Jolly Rogger. Ejoy life, we can't." I said and mr. Smee looked at him.
"I've been helping you and your sister out the day that you were born. I promised your mom to always look out for you two, she made me promise before she went in labour, to give birth to Cj. And you should know by now, that I always keep my promises." he said and tears welled up in my eyes.
"You don't deserve to be on the isle..." I said softly and he looked at me.
"Well if I wouldn't be here, then what? Then my three boys would've never been born. Then you two would've been alone."
"Can't you move in here with us? With your sons?" Cj asked softly and mr. Smee looked at her.
"I..."
"You can if you want..." I mumbled and mr. Smee smiled a little.
"Is that what you two want?" he asked.
"Maybe..." I mumbled.
"Yes..." Cj said softly.
"I'll talk to Sammy, Squirmy and Squeaky... Okay?" he asked and the two of us nodded.
"What did you do with the rest of the crew?" I asked out of curiosity.
"I send them home, to their wives and kids... Or in Mullins his case, to his husband." mr. Smee said.