Chapter 17: ...

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As I fell asleep, it was RUDELY interrupted with a loud knock from downstairs

KNOCK KNOCK!!!!!

I go downstairs and call mom's name so she can get the door.

"Coming!" She says, going down the stairs

"Someone is at the door."

"K. I'll get it."

She opens the door, I can't see who it is but she looks.. scared.

I take a peek and..

oh

my

god..

My father is here.
My fucking dad is here.

I want to scream.
I want to cry
To yell and shout
To slam the door on his fucking face

My mom is horrified. The sight of him, right in front of her.

"Darling, Where have you been?"

"Stay away, bastard!"

"That's not nice to say to your husband, hmm? "

" You're not my husband anymore."

" Aww, that's too bad.. " He said pulling out a pocket knife

TW: ATTEMPT MURDER

...He just stabbed my mother.
My mother, Emilie. In the fucking chest.

"AHHHHHH!" I scream so loud. I slam the door shut and call 911

"911, what's your emergency?"

"HELP! PLEASE HELP! MY DAD JUST STARTED MY MOM! I- I'M AT (address)! PLEASE GET HER IN A HOSPITAL! "

"Okay, stay on the line. Take deep breaths we're on our way. I want you to go to the nearest area your safe at."

"O- okay!"

'I can't go to Michael's.. he definitely hates me.. the diner..? I could look for Henry.. He's nice..'

I put on my shoes and jump out my window, incase he's at the door. I start running as fast as I can. I burst open the doors and search, as soon as i find an office labeled 'EMILY, HENRY' i frantically knock

"Come in!" Someone called from the other side

I opened the door, and quickly went inside

"P- please help! My mom- I called 911.. Please help me! I-" I ramble

"Woah, y/n..? Calm down! What happened?"

"My mom has be- been stabbed and- and- she's all I have! Please, help me!" I plead, tears pricking my eyes

"Oh my.. oh my.. Dear, come here.."
He gets up and opens his arms, offering a hug. I accept, and cry into his shoulder.
He's too kind..

(pretend they have portable phones rn)
I get a call and so i answer it

"Y/N.. I'm sorry, but she didn't make it."

[389 Words! boom. ermm.. why is how bad can i be playing wtf...]


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