This is life.

73 ➤ Final push

Jason Cosmos +

I was a prisoner now physically, and mentally. I have no control over my body at all. Every predicament that was forced upon the three of us, every disgusting situation I witnessed, I had to watch in my spot on the ground. Including the moment I witnessed my father be severed brutally, on a laptop screen out of all things. I was beyond enraged. There is no word in the English dictionary that is capable of describing my emotions. Although the death of my younger sister and her unborn child has been avoided I am utterly depressed as well as infuriated.

I can do nothing in my paralysed state, however I am extremely mad at myself for not giving all of my effort into beating the crap out of him when I had the chance. What was I to do when he already stabbed Britney's other hand? I cannot risk letting more injuries be given to her because of my foolish reasons. I know now to give up. This drug has taken over my body, the love of my life isn't even bothering to seek assistance from me, because we know too well that we are not in control. We are not superior in this situation. I know that inevitably our lives may come to an end within the next few hours.

All that is left now is for us to wait. Wait and see what is going to happen next.

As of right now I am informed that his next victims are not us. That small piece of information has me confused. I hope with all of my might that he is not planning to harm anymore of my family members. My heart cannot take so much pressure of being overwhelmed. My muscles are in pain from being so tense as a result of the adrenaline, but once again, I have no control of moment.

When Channing mentions ruining Chanel's family, sympathy takes over me because I know she will experience what I just have, if not, then worse. Of course ever since that day I walked in on the argument I have felt evident grievance, but as one would know, family is something you must hold onto as long as possible. The last conversation I had with my father was to discuss his arthritis and also the way he had treated my mother. It did not end to well, as you may already know from my tone, yet I continued to love him. I have always loved him. I appreciate him and value him as a person and in no way did he deserve to have his life taken away. taken way from not only me, but also my mother and my siblings. Every family has their problems but we will never stop loving one another unconditionally. And I may not survive, nonetheless none of the rest of my family will be the same. I only hope they will live the life that they deserve. It shouldn't be stolen.

"Boys, make sure that he can't take his hands off of that rifle. When the police come they'll shoot as fast as they can so make the call and get your asses the fuck out of there and onto the earliest flight back, do you hear me?" "Yes Boss." I hear both of the unidentified men answer from the laptop. "It better be believable. Make me proud." He hangs up his phone and watches the screen in anticipation. One of the men held what appeared to be a house phone in his hand. He pressed a button three times before holding it to Chanel's parents. "When they ask, you tell them that your son has gone crazy and he's holding both of you with a gun. Tell them the address and tell them to come now or he'll kill you." "Don't tell me and my wife what to do." The man responds with courage. "Have it your way. I'll do the honour of killing him right now." He tells the father.

Soon the phone is held to the side of his face and he begins to explain the situation. "My son is holding my wife and I hostage in our house...he's gone mental." A moment of silence passes before the conversation with the emergency operator continued. "He's armed with a rifle. Please come quick with back up. I'm afraid that he's going to kill us." He informs the service of his address and the call is hung up by the man holding it. "Is he secure? We have to leave now, we're not coming back so make sure he can't move." "His legs are tied, his arms are restrained, this baby isn't going anywhere anytime soon. We're all set to go." As the man spoke he tapped the weapon with confidence. "Alright, quick, they'll be here soon." The two felons leave the house, slamming the door behind them after making sure it was locked. I hear the faint sound of tires screeching against the road shortly after. The parents struggle to attempt and escape their positions on their chairs, although the attempts made become pointless. The mother cries loudly in her spot as her partner comforts her with his words.