Cowboys and Angels

Chapter 21

A/N:

I was able to get onto a computer and edit this! Yay!

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Oh my god, what was happening? My head was throbbing and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I moaned in pain.

"What the..." I whispered to myself. I fluttered my eyes opened and took a notice to my surroundings. Where was I?

"Well hello sunshine," an unfamiliar voice said.

I rubbed the back of my head roughly, feeling for the pain. I winced at the pain I was causing.

"Don't hurt yourself, hun."

"Where the hell am I? Who the hell are you?" My vision was blurry as hell so I couldn't make out who he was. I rubbed my eyes, trying to force the blurriness to go away, but nothing worked. Then a thought crept to mind. I could run. Though I couldn't see clearly, I could still make a run for it. So I tried. And I failed. Damnit.

"Aw. Sweetheart, you're not going anywhere any time soon." I was thrown to the cold ground in an instant. Luckily, I didn't hit my head. Soon, I started crying. I was fed up. I wanted to go home. Why was this happening to me? I didn't even know who kidnapped me or why I was being kidnapped. I was scared... I wanted to see my momma.

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About two hours later, I woke up, now being able to see a lot better than before. I was in a finished basement with a large flat screened television and two black leather couches. A bar was to my right. Who the hell kidnapped me and put me in a place like this?, I thought. The things I had seen on television about kidnapping was totally different from my kidnapping.

"You're awake, again... I was so happy you fell asleep. I was tired of hearing you cry like a helpless baby." A man came into view and sat on one of the leather couches with a beer in his hand. He took a swig of it and made a hissing sound, implying it tasted good which I doubted. The man was tall and muscular with jet black hair and a go-t stache. He had green eyes like mine. He seemed so familiar yet so alien to me.

He chuckled as he took another drink of his beer. He ran the back of his hand across his mouth. "You don't even know who I am, do you?"

"Of course I don't, dumbass," I spat at him.

"Ha, that's no way to talk to your father."

Oh my fucking god. This wasn't happening. I didn't just get kidnapped by my OWN FLESH AND BLOOD FATHER. I barely even knew the bastard. why the hell was he kidnapping me?

Once I heard him, I choked. "You're my own fucking father and you kidnapped me?"

"Watch your language, missy!" he yelled like he actually cared what I did.

"Don't tell me to watch anything!" I roared at him. I wasn't going to take shit from a man who walked out of my life before I was even born and left my momma to take care of me. "Why the hell did you kidnap me? I didn't do shit to you! Why are you making my life living hell when I've already had enough?"

He scoffed. "Well, I wouldn't know that because I wasn't in your life."

"BECAUSE YOU LEFT ME BEFORE I WAS EVEN BORN. YOU LEFT MY MOM." I screamed as loud as I could at him. Before I knew it, he was towering over me and screaming in my face.

"IT WAS A MUTUAL DECISION. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT." He took a deep breath before he continued going on a rampage again. "You're mother told me she didn't need me, and that she could take care of you on her own! I left. Yeah, so I didn't want a child. SO WHAT. It was mutual. I left. Look how you turned out," he ended throwing a hand at me.

"Without a father..." I finished.

"Yeah, but you know, its my turn for custody." My eyes shot up to him.

"What?" I snapped.

He grinned evilly at me. "That's what all of this is about, hun!" He backed away from me. "Your mother and I, we've been talking about this for a while now. I want custody over you."

"You don't know me. Why would you even care about me? YOU DIDN'T WANT ME."

"Well, now I do. I've made mistakes in the past. You're one of them. So I need to fix my mistakes. Understand?"

He was going to kill me. It was obvious. I was one of his mistakes, so he's going to kill me to fix me for living a life without a him. I would never see my momma again. I barely saw her. Because of her job, she worked all the time.

I would never see Hunter or Brett again. My best friends. I couldn't live without them. Hunter and I did some things we regret but he's the older brother I never had and I didn't want to imagine ever living without him or him without me. And Brett. His sarcasm and stubborn attitude and everything. How could I just leave him? The first time...I almost did. I regretted it more than anything. And I knew we had a rough couple of weeks, but he was important to me. They were important to me. I wasn't going to die.

This was war.

I was going to fight for my life.

I wasn't a fucking mistake.

God had put me here for a reason.

And if it was to learn how to fight my own battles, then fine. I was going to fight my own battles and do it with a goddamn smile.