Shy Eyes

7

A gun.

A gun?!

How the heck did a member of my family get a gun?! Well, my father was a crazy lunatic capable of really, any crime. I guess it all adds up. He had what it took to pull a trigger. The hatred, ignorance, selfishness, evilness, arrogance, and the stupidity. Hadn't he ever thought in the past years that he would gain nothing of beating me and ruining my useless life? I would probably be in the same condition I am now even if he didn't make my life a living hell.

"Stay here." He whispered looking at my eyes before trying to walk away. Trying.

Grabbed his arm and yanked him back.

"Are you crazy?!" I asked in an angry whisper through gritted teeth.

"No," he said.

"He's a legit crazy person with a freaking gun Asher! You're going to get your self killed!" I scolded.

" I have to do something.." He explained.

"Then at least let me help." I pleaded.

He didn't say anything, I just silently followed his footsteps. He stopped me suddenly, again, with his finger over his lips. He stepped into the living room, making me stay where I was. The forever lasting linger of hatred in my gut for my father began to rapidly increase as I heard Asher gasp out in what sounded like pain. I quickly threw myself into the room with them. Asher was throwing a punch into my fathers jaw, and father was trying to pin him down. Asher's elbow shot up and knocked the gun from his hands, sending it across the floor.

Obviously this made his enemy upset. Asher was then pinned to the ground, receiving punch after punch to his face. I tried to fight the urge to leap onto my father's back and tear him apart for touching the only other person I cared about, but that would ruin my plan. I watched as Asher got another good punch, but then lost again as father beat him even more. All of the sudden I had the pistol in my hand, ready to be shot.

"Enough!" I yelled sending them into silence.

"Get off of Asher, father." I demanded, pointing the weapon at his chest. I was very afraid but he stood far enough away from me that I at least knew he couldn't dissarm me. He raised his hands, but had a sick smile on his face. I'd had it with all of his games, his stupidity, his torture.

"What do you expect out of all of this?!" I shouted at him feeling more angry than I had in a while, "do you expect to feel happy for yourself?! For hurting your family? You know how dissapointed Jonny would be right now if he saw you. You don't give a fuck about either of us! You may favor him more than me, but you don't love him. Otherwise you'd try to be a good father for him. I bet you haven't even visited him in the hospital. I've been going to see him every day. This is bullshit! I'm tired of living like this. You're the worst person I've ever met!"

He simply gaped at me. Both of them did. Its like they completely forgot that they were pouding each others faces in a couple of seconds ago. I mean, that was the most I had said in one minute, to one person, in a long time, if ever. I just couldn't handle all the emotion that was built up in me. I hated my dad and I had to get it out.

"I hate you." I spat, " Just leave before I decide to shoot you in your ice cold heart for everything you've done." I looked away.

He nodded. I kept it up as he slowly walked past me and went out the door. He'd be back of course, but i'd be gone.

I was getting out of this hell house.
***
Only 2 hours later, all of my things were moved into Asher's home. I didn't have much. Just clothes, books, and some necessities.