Elsie Taylor knew nothing more than the life that involved the constant moving around. She had always thought that it was normal to not have a place to call home, as she was too young to understand what was really going on.
"I knew nothing more tha...
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| Elsie Taylor |
I felt the truck stop in the middle of the road, where there was no lights, nothing. Just pitch black. I had awoken a couple of minuets ago, to a hushed conversation that was filled with anger and distress. If daddy hadn't of known that I was asleep in the back here, he would have been shouting, I was sure of it.
"Now, get out" my daddy gestured to John, who didn't budge, rather reaching down to where I knew Daddy kept his gun, but on himself. He grabbed, yet another gun, as he pressed it to my father's head. "You never paid me, remember?" the way he spoke, made me slowly fall down behind the chair that John was sitting in, so that he couldn't see me.
I was shaking with fear, knowing that Daddy couldn't get out of this one. I was done for, if he ever remembered that I was just here, in the back of the truck. "I did. Now leave me and my daughter alone. I drove you to where you said" my father murmured, but he sounded like he was giving up; like he knew nothing he said or did could save him.
John just chuckled, that dark chuckle that I always hated, as he looked down, with a smirk plastered on his face, while he continued to press the gun to my daddy's forehead. I grabbed my teddy and blanket, using what I could to cover my face with it, but not enough so that I could still peek through, knowing that I wanted to know what happened, even though I know I shouldn't.
I heard John flick the gun of safety, letting me know that it was over. There was no going back. I was going to be on my own if he went through with it. I tried to keep quiet, as the tears trailed down my cheeks. I knew that Daddy had seen me, but he couldn't look at me, he couldn't say a proper goodbye or else I would be the one behind the gun with him.
Daddy didn't want that for me, even if it meant that he was sacrificing himself. John then let go of the trigger, as I watched all life drain from my daddy's face. John chuckled, before sliding out of the truck, as I saw another one pull up in front of us, as he got in.
It was a quick exit, while I was sat there, watching John disappear, leaving me with my daddy, that had now passed. I let the sobs loose, as I stared at my daddy. I was terrified, having no idea where we were going or where we were, and it was pitch black, meaning that I couldn't see anything. I climbed into the front of the truck, keeping my blanket and teddy clutched to my chest.
I leaned over, dropping my teddy in the seat that John was one occupying and now reeked of him, using my blanket to wrap it around my daddy's head, where he had been shot. I tried so hard not to hurt him anymore, as I had to lift his head up, not knowing just how much pain he must have been in. I reached for his eye lids, pushing them down so that he couldn't see anymore.
I had seen in shows that Daddy had let me watch with him, that if you wrap something around the wound, it should slow the bleeding down and that if someone has died, to close their eyes for them so that they can go to sleep. Daddy could know have a peaceful sleep, without worrying anymore. He had passed that onto me.
