After I told them the plan, they all agreed. It was a full proof plan. We were going to put it in action in two weeks. My mom wasn't even sleeping. She was either too busy planning the wedding or fearing our lives. Everybody decided to stay at my mom's house, so we can stay safe. We haven't contacted the police, because my dad hasn't tried anything yet. We even got an extra House alarm added. It's been a tough week. Everybody is scrambling around doing something. We have one more day after today. My phone has been buzzing from blocked numbers all week. I haven't answered one. There was one voice mail. I listened to it yesterday. All it said was, "I'm back!" I couldn't contain myself from crying yesterday. It was worse than hearing about Corey's, from Glee, death. Ever since then I've been paranoid. Every little noise I heard, I would freak. It was horrible. Worst of all is that they wouldn't let me go anywhere. It was soooo lonely. One day while Noah and my mom were out wedding shopping, I stayed home. Elliot, Noah, and Carter all went to get something to eat at subway. They were bringing me something back. I thought it would be nice for peace and quiet. I didn't know what I was in for. I was in the basement listening to "All About That Bass" by Meghan Trainor while reading my book. I heard the doorbell ring, so I ran upstairs thinking Carter or Nick locked themselves out if the house. I open the door to a horrendous sight. A man I hoped never to see was at my door. I hurried and tried to close the door again, but he stuck his foot out and caught it. I just started running. Of course my stupid behind fell on the stairs. I start running quickly upstairs. As I fly down the hallway to my room with him a hand away, I reach my room and try to shut the door again. I fail. I try to reach under my bed for my .35 caliber gun. It was only for emergencies and this is obliviously one. It wasn't loaded because the bullets are in my dresser. I pick it up quickly and aim it at him,so he can think its full. He doesn't look convinced.
"Are you really gonna shoot your own dad?" He asks me with a smile in his face. I look dead into his eyes and tell him yes. He just laughs. Is he seriously laughing with this gun in my hand? He walks closer. I put my finger on the trigger. He touches the gun and tells me to lower it because nothing's in it. How would he know that? I start thinking to myself. He yanks the gun out my hand. He starts to hit me with it.
"How dare you try to shoot me. Now you get a punishment." He says. He comes closer and starts to touch me soft and puts his hand on my face to slap me, but stops. " I'll get you later, but we have things to do." He says pulling away. I keep trying to fight back, but I fail. He pulls me up on my feet putting a coat on me. He pulls me out the room down the stairs. I start trying to restrain him from taking me by holding on to the stairs. I feel him punching me everywhere trying to get me to let go. It feels so painful,but I still hold on and start yelling help.
"Shut up. I didn't want to do this, but I have to." He says. He takes one more strike, but this one is toward my face. I can't feel anything after that. It's all black. I sit there in my mind in the darkness thinking about how much I want to die. How I miss everyone. I think about how they will move in eventually. I feel dirty. I don't want to even come out of being unconscious. I feel my body from inside my mind. It feels like giving up, but my mind is ready to fight. I don't see anything else which must mean I'm coming back to reality. I come back with Elliot over me crying, Carter crying with Nick comforting her, and my mom with Noah crying. Am I freaking dead? I flutter my eyes open,but everyone's too busy crying. I'm on the floor downstairs. I see blood all over the floor. What the heck happened? I feel Elliot's tears. Every teardrop that falls comes with pain.
