♡Little Purple Hearts♡ ||Ms.Venable||

|Chapter Eleven|

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"Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set
On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:
As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine" -Romeo Act 2 Scene 3
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Warning: Gun

🖤Readers Pov🖤

My house was still lifeless. And unfortunately the lights were on.

I stepped up taking a deep breath, I knew I'd have to admit I was wrong. But I was used to it.

I knocked.

My father, who was surprisingly sober, answered. I smiled.

"Can I just talk to you for a minute please?" His head turned and he nodded.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so selfish..." I explained myself giving him time to process.

When he wasn't drunk, he was more reasonable. He'd listen.

"You can come back, but you have to dropout". His response was monotone.

My paused, I didn't have long to make a decision. "Give me a week, ok? To find a job first?".

He thought to himself, a small nod accompanied by a genuine smile appeared.

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I was laying in my bed, my actual bed. I found myself missing it.

My eyes were about to shut before a bang sounded downstairs.

I quietly looked out my room, my dad was packing a bag downstairs. I saw a gun leave his pocket, he loaded the pistol.

I watched for a minute longer seeing him cock it then aim in front of himself. My breathing stopped as he turned to face the steps, beginning to climb them.

I had to act fast, I already assumed what would happen.

How could I be so fucking stupid.

Not having time to grab anything I opened the window squeezing through it.

I still didn't believe he would shoot me, but the thought wouldn't stop replaying. My door creaked revealing him just as I got fully on the roof.

He pointed the firearm upward to the pile of blankets on my mattress.

BAM

That one shot, exactly aligned with where my head would have been caused me to inch backward.

BAM

A second was followed by my grip slipping, I slid on the tiles.

BAM

This time, the noise was my body making contact with the solid dirt. The wind was knocked out of me immediately.

I gasped for air as the ringing in my ears subsided. The bang of the gun wasn't going off so I looked up.

My father stretched outward staring at my aching figure. He was quick to disappear, giving me just enough time to try to lift myself.

I tumbled down, before regaining balance again. I rushed to the sidewalk not realizing I only escaped his grasp by a foot.

I turned seeing him close enough to kill me. "Get back in the house" he gritted his teeth.

I stayed silent, "Y/n, get back in the fucking house". I mumbled a quick "No. His face twisted into confusion and anger, "It's all your fault".