The Punk Rocker

Escape

They had been driving for hours now, and Evie had finally fallen asleep. She was jittery and paranoid that her father would find them. She expressed her gratefulness to Michael, and Janie too of course, not that she could thank her.
Michael glanced from the road to her. Her head was resting against her chest and her expression was peaceful. Looking back at the road ahead, now cast in the fresh, dim light of the rising sun, Michael could only feel two things; relief that Evie was here, safe and free, and sleeping peacefully; and complete exhaustion.
Suddenly, from the darkness to their right in the shoulder of the road loomed a large dark object travelling at great speed. It was at least as large as Michael's car, and as it faded away back into the darkness of the secluded and poorly lit country road, and then loomed closer again, Michael recognised Bruce's facial features, twisted with anger, behind the glass of the window of his pickup truck, and on the other side of him in the passenger seat, a flutter of blonde hair and a wavering glimpse of a perfectly manicured hand foretold that his own mother was there.
Realising what Evie's father had done, Michael freaked out and planted his foot down on the accelerator.
He must have figured out what they had decided to do, rushed to his house and roused his mother. Only now were they catching up to them.
Again, the madman's face loomed forth in the darkness, this time from the other side of the car, and crazily, he rammed into the back door of the much smaller vehicle. Michael struggled to keep control of the silver sports car as it fishtailed violently. Evie jerked awake, and blinked in a bewildered fashion at her father in the car beside them. Again, Bruce deliberately rammed into the side of the car, making Evie scream. Michael cringed to hear her make such a terrified noise. Finally, Bruce rammed them hard enough that Michael lost all control of the car, and they spiralled off the road in a sort of spastic, terrifying fair ride which could very well end their imminent deaths.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, Michael couldn't decide; the car spun a countless number of times before coming to a standstill quite safely just in front of a guardrail. It seemed that the car had been flung in just the right way in scary, ultra fast circles, so that they never hit anything or came to any harm.
As luck would have it, the two dazed and dizzy teenagers were then snatched up so quickly by either of their parents that they had little to no reaction time.
All Michael could focus on was Evie's heartbreaking sobs as she was dragged from the passenger side, just as his mother pulled him forcefully out of the car.
She was now ranting on and on relentlessly at him, but Michael wasn't listening at all. The only thing he could focus on was Evie, and the crackly, fear stricken way she was crying as her father pulled her by the neck of the shirt he had lent her, into his pickup truck.

Evie POV
She cried hard as her dad dragged her into his truck and roughly thrust her in. He slammed the door shut and climbed in the drivers side. She was too scared to move, she could only cry. He planted his foot onto the accelerator, and with a great spray of gravel, the truck took off. She curled herself into the corner of the seat, against the door, and just cried her eyes out. The trip felt much too short, even though it was hours long in reality. The sun had begun to rise in the sky quite some tine before, and now it glared from the blue skies like some kind of enormous monument to happiness and normality.
Too soon, they reached the house. Too soon, her father dragged her by her hair to the cellar and shoved her hard through the doorway, so that she tumbled painfully down the stairs. She heard the lock close so sharply that all hope for escape left her.
She didn't know how long she lay there, exactly where she had fallen, until the lock could be heard and light fell down the staircase once more. There was a patter of feet on the stairs, and above her stood Janie, her small face highlighted and shock white in the dim artificial light cast from the doorway.
"C'mon Evie. We need to leave. Come on." Evie blinked at her, wondering if she was really there.
"Janie? You- you're actually coming along this time." It wasn't a question.
"I promise, Eves!" She whispered back.
Evie sat up, and took her little sister's outstretched hand so that she could stand.
"Let's go." Janie gripped her hand and never let go. She led the way upstairs. Cautiously, she stuck her head out of the doorway, and then started forwards. Just as she did so, she was reefed from Evie's grasp, and knocked roughly to the ground. Their father then turned and grabbed a hold of Evie. Before she could do anything, a cold bracelet was clapped around her right arm, and the cellar door was slammed. She then found herself bound by her right arm in cuffs to the door handle.
"Janie!" Evie cried out. Bruce advanced towards her little sister.
"You've both been naughty. Did you really think you could get past me again tonight?" Their father laughed harshly. "No." He muttered. He then pulled a sleek black revolver from his right pocket. Forcefully, he grabbed Janie, and despite her struggles, managed to force her into a headlock with the gun at her head.
Evie was really crying now, and shaking her head.
"Don't do that! Please, I'll do anything!" She sobbed. She stared into Janie's eyes as her father laughed hard at her panic. Just as he tightened his arm around her throat, however, Evie saw a foreshadowing glint in her sister's eyes, and Janie brought her head back with such force as to break their father's nose. He cried out in pain and covered it with his hand, in the process loosing his grip on Janie. Janie ducked under his arm and snatched the gun out of his grasp. Evie tugged hard at the cuff, desperately wanting to be free.
Now Janie had the gun faced towards their father, who had mostly regained his composure at this point. At the sight of his youngest daughter with the firearm, he began to laugh yet again.
"Oh Janie, what are you going to do with a gun?!" He exclaimed. He advanced towards her, and she waved the gun at him dangerously, finger hovering over the trigger. Her hands were shaking visibly.
"Janie- don't! He's not worth it. If you murder him, you'll go to prison. Please Janie... We can figure out something else." Evie reasoned. Janie's tear filled eyes never left their father, however.
"You can't shoot me, Janie. C'mon. Stop wasting our time and just give the gun back. We all know you don't have it in you." He held out his hand.
Evie watched as Janie shook her head.
"He's not worth prison, Janie." Evie begged her sister.
Again, their dad moved forth, and this time Evie fired off a warning shot into the wall.
"S-stop!" She cried out.
It seemed he didn't take her seriously, however, as he lunged for the revolver, and as he did, Janie's finger squeezed down on the trigger once more. Almost comically, a big spurt of blood coated the wall and floor behind him, and the shell pinged against the floor. Janie nearly lost grip on the gun as their tormentor slumped heavily to the ground, still gushing blood. Evie saw Janie's lip quiver and her eyes brim with tears, even as she then lifted the gun to her own temple.
"No Janie, stop! Don't kill yourself!" Evie was shell shocked from what she had just witnessed, and now she was near hysterical.
"Don't do this! Please i need you!" She sobbed.
"I love you Evie. I only ever stayed alive this long so that i could protect you."
"Janie- PLEASE!" Evie almost screamed in anguish, tugging violently at her bonds.
"I was always afraid that he would torture you horribly if i disappeared. Then he would have only one person to focus on." Her voice quivered, and her hand shook, gun still pressed against her head.
"I can't go to prison. And now he is dead, you are safe, and i have- nothing left to live for."
"JANIE!" Evie cried out in horrible emotional pain. Janie stared straight into her eyes, and then she pulled the trigger. Evie saw, almost as though in slow motion, her baby sister fall in her own shock red blood. The sound of her weight hitting the floor only made everything feel all the more final. The recoil from the shot caused the gun to fly across the room and thump against the floor some distance away.
There was a clamour from outside, sirens wailing. Evie opened her mouth and let out an anguished scream as her entire world came crashing down around her, just as the police kicked down the door. And then Michael was there, he was scooping her into his arms. Vaguely, she realised somebody released her arm from the cuffs, and she fell against his big warm chest. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears- 'ba boom'- 'ba boom'. And then she blacked out, and knew no more.

I'm a terrible fucking person, i know. Please forgive me. I should have updated. But here it is. An extra long update to try to make up for my terribleness.
The next chapter is all pretty much tying up loose ends.
We're nearly at the end now- and what do you think?
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