EVERY LOVE STORY START SOMEWHERE
Sometimes love is the death of duty and duty is the death of love
How far will someone go and risk for love?
They were both called dangerous, but they were each other's safe
"Meeting you was a choice, becoming your...
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FIVE'S POV.
I let out a cough as I reach up from the surface, I couldn't believe that I was still alive. It was a long drop and the way we hit the water, most people would have died.
Letting out another cough I was able to get myself up from the water and I started panting and gasping as I reach land.
Then I heard footsteps and I looked to the right to see my dad trying to escape.
I couldn't let that happen. I had to end this now.
'Come on, one last time' I gritted my teeth as I use my strength to stand up.
"DAD!" my dad turned to face me as I approached him.
"Are you sure, you want to fight against me, your own dad?" he asked "You took so much from me" I took a step closer to him.
"I could have being happy. I could have being happy with Y/n, the woman I love. We could have started a family together, raise our child together. You destroyed all that!" I hissed at him "What are you talking about?" he asked "She was pregnant when you kidnapped us and she lost the baby because of your torture" I pulled out my pocket knife.
"Well, be happy Number Five, I saved you from so much trouble. You would have no idea in how to be a dad" he said "Like you are any better" I pointed the knife at him "You are too dangerous to be left alive. Beside you are gonna pay for everything you have done. You took my childhood. You took my choices, you tried to break me. But you're never going to do that to anyone ever again" I said "What does that mean?" he asked "It means that this is the end of the line for you" I hissed.
"You almost took everything from me. I'm not letting you get the chance again"
"I'm your dad. Are you really going to kill me?" he asked "You are not my dad, just a weak old man" I said panting.
My dad charged towards me tackling me to the ground before putting his right hand on my face, pressing it against the ground while with his other hand he was pressing my hand where I was holding the knife against the ground.
As we were struggling, I put my legs on the right side of his wrist and I managed to push him away before I lifted the knife and swung it at him hitting him on the cheek causing him to stepped back.
"Fuck" my dad said and I pointed the knife towards him.
We walked closer to each other and I swung the knife against my dad, hitting him on the shoulder. I then swung it again but my dad grabbed both my arms before pushing me away.
I punched him before I stabbed him first in his right arm and then in his right shoulder.
He grunted in pain but he push me away again and I swung the knife against him again but then he grabbed my arms before he took the knife and swung it towards me hitting me on my left arm and on my face.
