Chapter 13. Who? Pt 2.

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Steffi POV)

I hit my dad In the back, causing him to fall down, I stand and turn to run, but he pulls my leg and I fall down. He grabs his gun and points at me, I groan and turn around facing him, "Looks like I'll be the one to shoot." He aims.

I move my leg towards him, causing him to trip, his gun flying over to the other side of the room.

I stumble to my feet, I reach in the small Of my back and pull out my gun, pointing it at my father on the ground, "What do you really want?" I ask coming towards him, aiming so the bullet would go in the middle of his forehead.

He coughs a bit, "Don't do something your gonna regret." He says.

I shake my head, "I promise you, I'll never regret this." I snap.

He laughs, "Just watch. All your friends will be dead anyways, leaving you all alone, like you've always been. When I wasn't at home for you.." He trails.

I think back to those times, when the boys used to actually bully me.. "When those boys used to bully you," he smirks.

He wants me to remember, "Stop it." I whisper.

All these memories are always gonna haunt me, I wish I could forget all of them, and only concentrate on when we all made up, "Don't you remember, that one day in the ally way where Cam, and Matt almost shot you to end your life?" He slowly gets up.

I swallow, I remember that day so easily, Matt and Cam saw me walking home one day from 7.11, they followed me into an ally way that was a short cut to my home, next thing I knew I felt pain. I had been shot in the leg by.. Cam. He had laughed and him and Matt exchanged a glance, "Let's finish this." Matt had said. Matt had aimed his gun at me and fired it directly at my heart, he had a pretty damn good aim, but then the police showed up because they heard gun fire, the first shot Cam did, a man had shielded me from the bullet, otherwise I would be dead right now.

I feel the tears slowly make their way down my cheeks, he stands and slowly comes towards me, I hold my gun ready to fire, "We all can't stay in the past," I say.

"We only have to concentrate on the future," I hold the gun in both my hands now, ready to shoot this bastard.

"Like it or not. Those people out there are my family, they're more my family than you have ever been. I'm gonna stick with the ones who actually Love me." I glare at him.

His eyes stare back, seeming into my mind, "You don't think I love you?" He asks.

"Why would you." I say.

He sighs, "Whenever I said that to you, I meant it. I knew about the bullying-" he stops.

My eyes widen, "YOU KNEW!?" I yell aiming the gun down.

He sighs, "AND YOU NEVER DID ANYTHING TO PREVENT THEM!!" I ask.

He rolls his eyes, "Listen, the point is. Come with your real family." He says taking one more step closer.

"They are my real family." I aim and pull the trigger without another word.

He gasps while falling backwards to the floor. I stare at him, a little surprised I would actually kill my own father, but he's a monster. I walk over and stand over him as he tries breathing, but instead chokes out blood.

"Just watch, bad things will come." He chokes.

I roll my eyes, "Nothing will come for you." I growl.

His breathing slows, "Just.. Watch.." He breaths out and doesn't breath in again, I stare at him.

My Dad. I killed my own dad.. But he deserved it. I swallow, his eyes are still open, his mouth hanging with blood in it.

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