I Need You {Ongoing}

Free - 10

Dahlia Emerson's pov
October 20

I sob as I enter my room, falling to the ground.

I have chlamydia, and it's al beacuse of my dad and his stupid friends.

Tears fall from my eyes, and I aggressively wipe them away.

If I never sat with Domenico that day, none of his would've happend. It's all my fault.

"Open the door Dahlia!" My dad exclaims, banging on my bedroom door.

I place my hand over my mouth, trying to stay quiet so he can leave.

"Dahlia! Open the fucking door!" The banging gets louder. I shut my eyes tightly, before opening them again hoping that this was a dream, but it isn't.

This is my life, and it has been for the past nineteen years.

My door is kicked open, sending me flying to the wall. I cry out in pain, as my back hits the sharp edge of my bed.

"There you are, you stupid cunt!" He runs towards me, but I quickly move away.

My body freezes.

My dad falls out of my window, the glass shattering, and falling onto the grass with him.

I quickly run out of my room, and down the stairs, before going into the backyard.

Horror fills me, as my dad's lifeless eyes stare back at me.

"No. No. No." I whisper to myself, my breathing becoming shallow. "This can't be true."

I killed my dad.

"Dad?" I call out loud, but get no response.

I'm a murderer.

I'm going to jail.

Dahlia Emerson's pov
October 20

"Open the door Dahlia!" I hear my father yell, as he bangs on my sister's door.

I don't hear her reply.

"Dahlia! Open the fucking door!" The banging gets louder, as anger fills me. My fists clench.

Suddenly a loud bang is heard, and I shoot up from my bed.

"There you are, you stupid cunt!"

I run out of my room, and downstairs to the kitchen. I open all of the kitchen drawers searching for a knife.

I take the biggest knife I can find, getting ready to go upstairs.

I stop in my tracks, as Dahlia runs down the stairs, and to the front door.

I follow her, the knife still in my hand.

She makes a stop infront of something, and I gasp once I realise what it is.

My dad is on the ground, glass and blood covering him, while his lifeless eyes stare at us.

"No. No. No." Dahlia whispers. "This can't be true." She croaks out. "Dad?" She says loudly, but gets no response.

"Lia..." I whisper, and she turns around her eyes wide.

"Its not what you think Zara! I-I-" She cuts herself off looking down. I drop the knife, walking over to her.

"What happend?" I ask, my eyebrows furrowed.

"He tried to h-hurt me, and then h-he feel o-out the window." She looks ashamed, as she speaks.

"Its all my fault. If I didn't move out of the way, he wouldn't be dead. Now I'm gonna go to jail!" She panics.

"Its not your fault! The police will understand, he was trying to hurt you!" I say, and she shakes her head.

"You don't understand! If I go to jail, they're gonna put you in foster care, and who knows if you end up with a family that's just like him?!" She sobs.

"You're not going to jail!" I yell, and she frowns.

"We- We just need to bury his body." I whisper.

"But where?" She asks, and I sigh.

"Get a shovel."
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I put the last scoop of sand in the hole, and sigh throwing the shovel next to me, before sitting on the ground.

"This is so wrong." Dahlia whispers, and I look up at her annoyed.

"Do you wanna go to jail?" I ask, and she immediately shakes her head.

"Then shut up, and don't tell anyone about it."

Suddenly a tought hits me.

We're free.

He isn't here to hurt us anymore.

I look up at Dahlia, my lips stretched into a small smile.

"We're free! We're finally free!" I exclaim, standing up.

She looks nervous, as she nods.

"Yeah, we are." She says, and her lips form into a smile.

We're finally fucking free!