Chapter Eighteen
I froze, I couldn't move. The gun shot went off and I was too afraid to turn and see if or who it hit. Like Randy. I can't help but feel guilty with everything that's gone on and all the pain I've put them all through. Heartbreak. Wounds Worry.
Didn't think you would get away did you sweetie?" A sickly voice said behind me as he grabbed me holding a knife to my throat. "Nobody more or I'll slit her throat without hesitation." He growled. Everyone stayed in their places trying hard not to make a sound.
I whimpered as I felt the cold metal of the knife blade dig into my that ever so slightly. "Drop the gun Mr Lukasiak."The cop warned. "Make this easier for yourself."
"Not a chance. I would rather kill my daughter than being sent to prison for years," He smirked.
"You'll be sent down for life if you kill her. You'll go down for Murder." The cop retorted.
"I don't care, I won't go to prison without knowing I accomplished what my goal was in the beginning. Teaching my slut of a daughter a lesson." They metal was digging further until I could feel the liquid drip out of me. I began to choke. I was bleeding. The knife was slicing my throat!
BANG
Marc went down instantly. I could see blood dripping from his head. He was dead. My dad was dead. I needed to get out of here. Seeing his body laying there lifeless made me feel physically sick.
GUSH
My eyes went wide as I looked to the floor to see water dripping from me. I gasped. "Chloe are you okay?" My Mom asked coming over to where I had began to crouch in agony. The girls came out from their pretend rehearsal to see my dad dead and me hunched over in pain.
"I think my waters broke." I breathed.
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FanficChloe Lukasiak was taken as a hostage by her father four months ago. She can give birth at any moment all she has to do is hope and pray she will not have this baby in the custody of her father. She needs a little Help...
