Until my father pulled out his revolver. He shot into the air, but Karter dogged the bullet. The gunshot cought the teachers attention and they ran out side to see my dad. Karter and his friends still had him pinned down, and Karter forced the gun on my dad and shot him, right in the chest. I ran to Karter to see if he was okay. "We are going now clothes or no clothes" Karter said. I looked down at my dying father "Leila I was trying to protect you" he coughed up. "BEATING ME AND MARRING AN OLD FAT WOMAN IS NOT PROTECTING ME!" I screamed, anger flashing through my eyes. "You don't understand Leila your a....". he coughed up some blood and died right in front of the school. I was never an emotional person so when he died I really didn't feel anything, no sadness. I can never think of a time when he wasn't mean to me. he screamed and threw glass at me, and he was almost never sober, he married my step-mom (who by the way was a total bitch). She was fat and all she did was sit on the couch an watch "Dance Moms". I still have yet to figure out what my father was protecting me from, some family secret or something?
~Authors Note~
Gotcha yall thought Karter was gonna die didn't ya😅😅LUV you guys. Sorry I haven't written in a while.💕
