When Am I Urs? ᵐˣᵐ

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Elliots pov
"Hey, me and Hayden are gonna go out tonight, dont wait up." Cally smiled at me.

I gave her a knowing smile and she gasped. "Don't you dare!" I giggled and shut the door. Making sure that I watched her walk away safely to Haydens car.

I did a mini dance and marched to my kitchen to bring out some frozen pizza rolls and a soda. It was storming outside and that was absolutely, the best weather to finish thirteen reasons why in.

I placed the rolls in the air fryer and grabbed a glass.

I went to put on sweatpants and a hoodie. I slipped on my favorite slippers and grabbed my blanket.

I jumped in excitement.

I had a few more episodes left and watching it by myself was the best thing ever!

The air fryer dinged and before I went to the kitchen my front door opened? I poked my head out to check and see if it was Cally but it wasn't.

My heart dropped at the black figure, the light from the tv bounced off of their figure and made a shadow against the wall.

I covered my hands with mouth and slid down the wall.

"Is anyone here..? Perhaps my birdy... Elliot?"

Dont panic dont panic.

I crawled to my nightstand and picked up my phone. I crawled under my bed and attempted to text Santino but before I could the intruder jumped on my bed.

"Come on son I know you're here hiding somewhere just like how your fucking mothe..."

My bed made a squeaky sound and the man jumped off the bed.

Son..?

No way.. no fucking way.. i thought he was dead .

My mouth curled up and I covered my mouth again trying to keep my heavy breathing silent.

He walked to the bathroom and I took that as the perfect chance to crawl from underneath the bed and run to the kitchen.

I grabbed a knife but before I could do anything with it something was thrown at my back and I fell down to the floor. It shambled in pieces.

A vase, he threw a vase.

I heard him walking towards me but I couldn't.. I couldn't face him.

"Well well well, lookie here.. my biggest mistake." I turned around slowly.. my hands shook as I hid the knife behind my back.

"s-stay away.." my voice shook along with my lips.

He leaned down and grabbed my face roughly. My heart almost skipped a beat.

He looked old and rough, nothing like the man I knew when I was six, the kind man.

"You're fucking coming with me." I struggled against him and when he tried to pull me off of the floor again I stabbed him in the shoulder making him holler out and fall down onto the white tiled floor, his grip weakened, I gasped at what I did blood covered my hand..

I scurried onto my feet and ran out door making sure to slam it. I ran down the stairs and I continued to run, even when I heard yelling behind me, I didn't look back.

It was raining horribly, but that didnt stop me, the thundering didn't make me stop, Not even the burn in my chest.

I didn't stop running until I made it to Santinos penthouse.

I punched in the code for the building and ran up the stairs, completely ignoring the elevator. I wiped away tears that tried to escape, ignoring the blood that smeared across my face.

Panting heavily I finally made it to his door. I knocked aggressively as I leaned against the door.

It opened and I fell onto the floor. I didn't get up I just laid there to breathe, then I broke into a sob, a heart wrenching sob.

"Fuck baby, shit whats wrong!what the hell!.." Santino stumbled over his words and picked me up to settle me on both of my feet, and closed his door.

"He-hes th-there we nneed--nnedddd to run and hide because he's gonna find-kill us and and.." I struggled to talk, I couldn't think.. I just knew fear at the moment. My heart was beating way too quickly and it felt like nothing was coming out when I spoke.

"Its okay baby, fuck lets just get you changed and-and.." Santino grabbed my shoulders.

"ITS NOT OKAY!! MY FATHER IS ALIVE!" I pushed him off of me and hugged myself, narrowing my eyes.

He didn't say anything, why isn't he saying anything?!

He knew.. he fucking knew.

"Fuck you!" I croaked wiping my eyes.

"Babe-I-"

he tried to grab me but I backed away.

"You fucking knew! And you didn't tell me!" I paced towards him and punched him in the chest repeatedly, pushing him in the process.

He allowed me to hit him.. why wasn't he fighting back?! Why wasn't he getting mad?!

He's not my father.

Dumbass.

The look on his face broke me, his eyes were filled with tears and he looked completely defeated.. he shouldn't be looking that way.. I should be.. and why do I feel so damn bad for him.

I stopped hitting him and clutching tightly to his shirt and rested my head against his chest. I cried until there was no more tears left.

Santino held me as I did so. He apologized repeatedly, he felt guilty.. yet, I felt guilty for hitting him.

I love him.

"I'm scared he's gonna take me.. I don't know if I can live without you again."

Santino picked me up and pushed my head against his shoulder.

"I'll handle it this time, I'll make sure the fucker is dead." He grunted out holding me as tight as possible.

He kissed my head and then he carried me to the bathroom.

I suppose I do need a much deserved bath.

"And baby?"

"Hmm.."

"You look pretty even when theres blood all over your face."

"Fuck you."

"In the bath tub?"

"Please."

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That depressing feeling when you're about to finish a book..