Broken Wings ➳Gally{2}

Family

"Don't you have better places to be?"

"Don't you? I thought your mother finally kicked you out?"
He talks to me as he stands on the other side of the corridor staring over at me as I approach him.

And I see the storage closet door slightly ajar and see Luke without his mask peeking his eye through the corridor as he sees me.

"Actually I think she wants me here more than you."

"Without a doubt." He sighs along not amused by my comment as he takes a step forward not even deciding to hold onto his gun as a precaution.

I watch the two guards standing by the basement door their guns clutched heavily to their fronts.

"Got a lot of protection over Avery, daddy's favourite I'm assuming?" I raise my brow at him trying to Avery him away from the doors to make it even for Bob and Steve to take them on.

"You don't strike me as a jealous person."
Oh he really doesn't know me.
"Depends on the people, but honestly I couldn't give a shit about what you think."
I bluntly say and I realise how much time I'm wasting with my words.

I need to get him far from here. My eyes quickly glance to Luke who's eager to come out.
"Can we take a walk?"
I ask him my voice now going higher hoping if I shoot him the same eyes he wears he'd hopefully agree.

"No more than two minutes."
"Oh I promise I'd probably be suffocated if I spent more than a minute beside you."
I quickly fire back at him and he just rolls his eyes already charging ahead past me getting a head start.

And I quickly glance at Luke nodding my head towards the door and he shoots me a brief thumbs up before I turn on my heels following after Philip.

"Talk about what kid?" He asks looking down at me as we slowly trail through corridors and I quickly turn the corner trying to get as far away as possible.

Think of something! Anything!
"I um, I don't know what to say to you actually."
Crap, that is not a good start!

"Actually I do." He slowly exhales his hands fitted in his pockets and he turns his head towards me looking at me with a look I only see in dreams.

"Do you forgive me?"
No.
"For what?" I raise my brow as I stop my steps realising we've gotten far enough for them to hear anything.

"The abuse I gave you as a child. The scares-"
"No." Seriously? Forgiveness is earned, even with a world where there's a timer. It doesn't give him a right.

"You never said sorry, why the hell would I forgive you?" A scoff releases through my words as I continue to grow confused.

"Because we're family-"
"No we're not." I actually laugh at his assumption of what he thinks a family is.
"Family is people who generate the sense of home. You generated the sense of fear-"

"And did it make you strong? You should be thanking me."
Thanking him?! Oh my god he's so damn right insane.

"I almost killed someone because of how strong you made me. I could've killed Marcus, I was damn right ready to pull that trigger, because that's what you taught me."

I was taught to fight and nothing more by him.
I was taught to fight to kill, but not to live.
Because fighting to kill was the only way to live in his eyes.

And turning his daughters into the monster he is, that's something he's fortunately failed.

Yet when I tell him, all I can see is pride in his eyes.
Honestly if I didn't have my memory lost, I fear that would still be my instinct.