Shift OR Drift

Killian

My father's unconscious body lies on the ground. This has gone too far. All of this has gone too far. I make my way over to him as I push Jonesey out of my way. That is when I see. The tiny silver needle sparkles at me with an empty syringe attached. I pick up the syringe no longer concerned about my  father's body on the ground. My eyes flick to AJ. Fear, Anger, and rage all set into my bones waking up all the demons I have kept at bay for so long. AJ's phone starts to ring, my attention flicks to Jonesey while my jaw pops. I move away from my father's body on the ground and walk to Jonesey. I lay my hands on him, pushing him against my car. My fists balled into his silk shirt, "what was in this?" I show him the syringe as I scream in his face, "tell me what the fuck was in this Jonesey!" I yell again, rake fueling all of my actions. Jonesey puts his hands up in a frenzy plea.

"I...I don't know. She wasn't supposed to be here. There wasn't..." I punch him in the stomach and when he goes to topple over, I shove him back against the car against seeing nothing but red. No one can hurt her. No one gets to hurt her. She is mine.

"Stop fumbling. What the fuck is in the syringe?" I yell again my face inches maybe only centimeters from his ear, "if she dies because you did not tell me Jonesey, there will be much more than my father to fear!"

"A sedative! It's a sedative!" Jonesey cries out when I go to swing at him again, my arm bent back, "it was half of the syringe. It was meant for you or even AJ. She was not a part of the plan," his voice is shaky as he fights back shitting his pants. I let go of him.

"No Jonesey, you're right. She was not a part of your plan," I throw venom at him when I say the word, you're, " she was just a part of his," my sick fuck of a laugh fills the air as I feel like my father outplayed me. He knew she would be here. He wanted her gone the whole time. He wanted this to happen, "get the fuck out of here," my voice returns to normal, "I better never see you again," I face him, "not in my father's company. Not near my family. Definitely not near my girl. Go," my voice darkens. Jonesey looks at me one last time, nods his head, and runs. Away from me. Away from my father. Away from all of us.

I turn to face AJ, a spurt of fear crosses his face, "that was Lexy, they're in the LA hospital," my keys fling in my hand but AJ stops me, "Killian," my head snaps in his direction as I open my car door, "they need that syringe."

"One step ahead of you," I get in the car and slam the door leaving for the LA hospital not caring about any of the cops who may try to tail me, they will have a lot to explain before that can happen.

The whole drive to the LA hospital, my mind spins. I brought her into this. She would never be in this position had I never walked into her life. Had I never stopped the guy from hitting her. Ever since we met all I was trying to do was protect her and instead, my father sucked the good out of it. He does everything. He always ruins all the good things in my life.

There comes a time in everyone's life when we have to choose. Choose between what we want and what we deserve. There is nothing other than choice. Everything a person does relies on choice. The choice to get up and out of bed in the morning. The choice to be kind or be a class A dickhead. Everyone knows my tastes teeter on the thin line of both. The choice to leave my father's unconscious body from Amberly's clearly trained right hook was the choice to insure I am in the hospital next to her when she wakes up from whatever he drugged her with.

Parts of me forgot Royce was there. He did not say a single word the whole time father tried his little show. He did not flinch to help but, why would he? There has never been a day in his young life when he has stood up to our father. Never been a day where he had to choose between the right choice and our father. He teeters the line between morality and our father. A thin line. Thinner than the one my soul walks when the choice between being an asshole and being the hero comes to life. Right now, my choice is simple. Be the hero. Had I left Amberly out of my life, she would not be in the hospital with Lexy by her side. There would be higher chances for her to chase her dream rather than chase me. A son of a multimillionaire who has no problem walking a lethal line.