Abandoned (CPD)

My Fault

*Abi's Pov*

I was thrown into a van, I think. That's all I remember. I'm now tied to a chair in the middle of the room with wires attached to my legs.

They've hit me twice now. Once in the stomach, the other round the face.

"I killed your dad."

"I know."

"And your mom."

"What? No. She's in Michigan with my brother."

"No. She's six feet under the ground. Just like your father."

"Oh my god. You are brutal."

"It's ironic really. You weren't there for your dad's death-"

"I wanted to be! I needed to be! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be sat in this goddamn chair!"

"Wow. Finally, she breaks."

"Screw you."

"You weren't there for any of their deaths but you can be when I kill Hank."

"No. Please. He hasn't done anything. I'll do anything."

"Make me weapons."

"Zane is dead! You have nothing to fight for!"

"I have to fight for my place in Chicago! Take down the Latin Kings. It will all be mine!"

"Lily really does take after you. You are both so fucking stupid. Take down the Latin Kings? Really?"

"You're gonna regret that." He said and threw water over me.

He reached for a machine on the side and turned up the power. He electric shocked me over and over again for a whole hour.

"You won't win."

"No? I have you. All I have to do is lead Hank here."

"And what happens when they kill Lily? What happens then?"

"I kill you."

"You wouldn't dare."

"No. Then why would I do this."

He walked up to me and pushed my head back after I tried to bite him. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and stabbed me in the leg and then the shoulder.

"Ah! Please! Please stop!"

"God. You sound just like your father."

"Don't talk about my father like you were buddies!"

"All I ever wanted was power! He took that from me! He got my father arrested and I was left to deal with the gang."

"You make it sound like it's a chore."

"Shut up."

"You don't have the guts to be a gang leader."

"Shut up!"

"Oh. Someone has anger issues."

"Shut the fuck up!" He shouted and smacked me in the head with his gun.

A few moments had passed before I heard the screech of tires. I tried to get out of the chair but it was no use. I shook from the cold and silently cried because I knew what was going to happen and I couldn't do anything.

I went to scream but nothing came out. If he dies, it's my fault.

One shot and his body dropped.

"Nooo!" I screamed and tried to get out of the chair.

Hailey untied me as tears streamed down my face. I ran over to him but Jay stopped me. It felt like I was in a dream. I had no strength to battle with Jay but I couldn't leave his side knowing it was my fault. It's my fault he is dead. I didn't even get to say goodbye.

Everything came flashing back as I stood there, staring at the Paramedics who ran with urgency to get him to the hospital.

It was like I was stuck in a nightmare. Strong arms were holding me up as I collapsed onto the hospital floor and screamed in pain. He was gone. The doctors came rushing out, making sure no one else could hear me. They locked me in a room like I was some sort of criminal. I had lost my dad and they lock me up like it was my fault. And it was. It was my fault he died because I couldn't bare to stand in the same room as him and look at the mess that he was in. It turned my stomach and I remember banging on the door, begging them to let me out. And when they did, I ran to the bathroom and threw up everything I had left. I sat on that bathroom floor and cried my eyes out. I just wanted a hug from the one person that loved me. But he was gone now and there was nothing I could do.

"Abi! C'mon!" Shouted Jay as he lifted me up off the floor and carried me to his car.

"We'll go see him. He'll be taken into surgery but you will see him. We just have to get you checked out first." Said Hailey.

"He's dead."

"No. No he's not. He'll survive this. You know he will. Hank is strong."

"September 5th. I was pulled out of class. Just like when she died."

"Hey, Abi. You're not making any sense." Said Kevin as he crouched in front of me.

I was sat in the hospital bed as Will looked at my wounds. He traced his finger over an old scar and I remember it like it was yesterday.

I was racing Samuel down the road on our bikes when I lost control and I crashed into the lamppost. Dislocated my shoulder and busted up my knee. Dad carried me into his workshop and set me down on the counter as he sorted out my knee. I was eight. He showed me the ring that he had been making. The one I wear all the time. He said it would be a long project because he needed to figure out what to write.

I was in tears as he took me to the hospital. I had a big red lump on my forehead from hitting the floor with force. I looked in the mirror and realised how ugly it looked.

I turned to him and said "The girls will make fun of me. I look ugly."

"No you don't. You're beautiful. You always have been. Abi, filia mea formosa."

"What's that mean?"

"Abi, my beautiful daughter. It's Latin."

And that was that. I walked into school with my head held high because my dad told me I was beautiful. I know. It sounds stupid. But I was a kid who believed everything. I believe he would never leave me. It wasn't true but I was young and I believed. I believed in him. I still do.

"Can I take a look at your shoulder, Abi?" Asked Will.

I looked at him and slowly nodded. I looked around at the people that were here. This is my family. These are the people I believe will keep me safe. I know they will keep me safe. Because I'm sitting in a hospital not in heaven.