Future Creators

Chapter 6

Whitmore

She punched me.

I found three guards next to my surprisingly alive father's body.

One was in a coma but he was definitely going to die on the surgery table, and the other two were dead when we found them.

Technology has become very modern, well, at least for us, getting bullets out of someone like my father shouldn't be a problem.

She smells like roses.

Lorena's been toying with my head far too much.

I should hate her, just as much as she hates me.

If she hated you, why didn't she shoot you in the heart like you told her too?

The voice in my head needs to zip it.

Redmond apparently used me sending him home early to escape with them, I should've known there was something off when he came to my room.

I'm definitely not having a good day

It's a really beautiful day.

"Sir, we should keep searching, they couldn't have gotten that far-" I raise a finger at a guard and he falls silent.

"I've waited thirty minutes for you all to come, if they had a vehicle, they could be in another state." I glare at him, he nods and reports back to the Dome.

I almost had her, she was right there-

My thoughts were cut off by a loud bang, a bomb exploding.

Realization is like a knife to my chest.

My father put a bomb tracker on her.

It could still be on her, she may have been bombed

"Soldiers, you must go check on the bomb, and see if there are any bodies, now!"

My heart is being hit with a million daggers.

I storm back to the Dome.

"You put a bomb on her? I get that you didn't want her to get out of your reach, but a bomb? What if she hadn't found it and threw it into one of those buildings? What if she had died?" I argue, my father looks at me with an expression of annoyance permanently plastered on his face.

"What did I tell you about being fond of someone, especially her-"

"I'm not fond of her," I cut him off, "I'm being a decent human-" 

A good slap to the face shuts me up.

"I specifically told you not to be fond of her. Especially her."

"Why her, huh? Why can't I be fond of her? Which for the record I am not." I retaliated.

"You wouldn't have said anything about the bomb if it wasn't her, and you know it. And second of all, you tapped your left foot as you said that" I ignore that last piece.

"I would have said something, now answer my question!"

He slaps me again, but I keep going.

He shouldn't just bomb people because they're valuable, that's the exact opposite of what should happen.

"Go to your room, now." He lowers his voice.

"I'm 18." I match his tone.

He holds me by the collar of my shirt and pulls me forward.

He punches me, three consecutive times.

Stars are spinning around my head.

My nose is bleeding and my head feels like it's going to tip over.

"Do not talk back to me, ever." He whispers.

My vision darkens and I find comfort in it.