I'll Protect You

Chapter 21

"Because your dad isn't a cop, he's one of the most feared Mafia Bosses in the world."

It feel like my heart has just been ripped out of my chest and thrown to the ground, being stomped on repeatedly.

"Y-your lying," I cry, there's no way my dad is a Mafia boss. That doesn't even make sense.

"Jacey-"

"No! Your lying!" I scream and shove at his chest.

Of course being the muscularly fit guy he is, doesn't even budge.

I cry, and shove at his chest. I shout in his face that he's lying. He's thinking about someone else that my dad isn't a killer.

He grabs my wrists, clenching his jaw and looking deeply in my eye.

"Jacey, I would never lie to you about something like this," the sincerity in his voice is what's breaks me.

I scream and sob, my face falling into his chest as he hugs me tightly.

"No," I sob and shake my head, repeating the same thing over and over again.

One of Hunter's hands holds my head against his chest and the other is wrapped around my lower back.

I fist my hands in his shirt for dear life, never in a million years thinking I would be finding my comfort in Hunter of all people.

I don't know how long we stand here for, me crying and screaming while he holds me.

I can tell he's not really used to trying to soothe someone and calming them down by the way he's hesitant with his words and movements.

The only reason we break apart is because I'm suffocating with all the hot air I've released from my body and his shirt pressed to my face.

My cheeks are still hot with tears which I wipe with my hands and look up at Hunter.

"I'm sorry," I apologize. I doubt that experience was enjoyable for him at all.

He only nods and hops into his car which I get into as well.

The car ride back is silent. I have my knees pressed to my chest and head against the window as I watch the darkness pass by.

Everything has passed by extremely weirdly and I'm confused.

Why would my parents keep this type of information  from me?

I take my time getting out of the car when we get back to their house. I take my time changing into the pajamas I had on before my already crazy life became even more ludacris.

Bobbie doesn't say anything when we both climb into bed, she knows that I just need time.

So I close my eyes and drift into the world of dreamland.

'I'm running, running through a long hallway, it seems never ending.

The walls are a deep red color with torches for lights. The ground is made of some type of stone, feeling cold against my bare feet.

I come to a fork in the road, and my heart rate picks up due to my indecisiveness. I hear a gunshot not to far away and turn to my left and keep running.

I don't know why I'm running, or who I'm running from to be more exact, but somethings telling me to just keep going.

All of a sudden I run into a hard chest and look up to see my father staring down at me in confusion. What is he doing here?

"Dad?" I question.

"Why are you running?" He asks, looking confused and slightly concerned.

"There's someone chasing me," I explain out of breath and another gunshot is heard, this time the bullet landing right beside my head at the wall.