"Stop that."
I jumped slightly as my eyes shot over to the familiar hulking form standing in the doorway of my bathroom. I always forget how tall Derek is until I'm standing right next to him. Or in this case in front of him.
"Stop what?" my brows...
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No wonder nobody was able to find this man. He looks like an entirely different person now, compared to his Wanted photos...
Richard Wilder.
Derek's father, a man who once looked like the average healthy man in his 50s, and a man who could've possibly lifted three times my weight- now looked nothing short of the average homeless man you could find roaming the streets of Nashville.
Frail, malnourished, ripped clothes covered in dirt, oil, and mystery fluids.
Whatever drugs he had taken before coming here made his pupils blown out so far he seemed almost shark-like- bloodthirsty. I don't even think he's fully conscious of what he's doing right now. He's sweating, shaking and muttering to himself as his eyes constantly fart from one side of the room to the other.
If I had to guess I'd say he's probably on cocaine...
Then, his bone chilling gaze landed on me. I resisted the urge to vomit when his dilated eyes bore into mine like I was nothing more than an inconvenience. The same sadistic look my uncle would give me after I lost a fight in the underground.
Alaric squirmed in Richard's firm grip, fear evident as his tears flowed freely down his cheeks, mixing with the blood that covered the left side of his face. That's when I caught sight of the gash on the side of his head. It looks like he might've been hit with the butt of the gun.
It doesn't seem to be bleeding still, which is good, but he might have a major concussion.
"Alaric... you okay?" I know he isn't. Fuck, I don't know who would be okay in this fucked up scenario we've found ourselves in, but I just needed him to say something- anything so I knew how corresponsive he is.
I will never forgive myself if something happens to him while I'm able to do something about it.
Alaric nodded.
"Alice, he's-" Richard tightened his grip around Alaric, making his breath hitch and a sob slip past his lips as they trembled.
I fucking hate's this.
" -He-he's after Derek." He croaked, his hands coming up to tug at the arm Richard had around his throat, not being able to do much with the barrel glued to the side of his head.
"Richard... Put the gun down." I approached slowly. I didn't even make it one step before he barked his order for me to stay put.
"Take one more step and I blow his fucking brain's out!" He growled, Alaric whimpering in his arms, looking like a small child in comparison to his intimidating height.
I've taken down bigger...
"Now, where the hell is that dear son of mine, him?" His smile was sarcastic, showcasing his cracked yellow teeth that gleamed in the light,making me sick.
