Stay Up (Jeff The Killer Fanfiction)

You're Fired

I lay on my bed, watching my Christmas lights fade in and out making my room go from light to dark about every seven seconds. My earbuds in my ears and the song Raindrop, Cloud, Typhoon and the sun by Saram12Saram on repeat.
The music isn't very loud so I can still hear my steady breathing, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, in- "Rick! Rick! I just don't want to do this one, I'm gonna back out, just give me another job, I just can't do THIS one, please man." I hear my dad screaming into his phone at his boss in the kitchen. He's always on that stupid phone, this is the third time this week he's backed out of a job.
I can sort of understand, since he's a hit man, but he should be taking these jobs, he just won't because he thinks he's being watch by cops or something, he's just paranoid is all. This happened before, my dad was working for a different man, but he backed out of 3 jobs and his boss had my mother killed at the grocery store, that was about two years ago.
It never really bothered me though, mostly because my mom was a good for nothing whore, she's not even my real mom.
I only acted like I was sad when she died for my little brother Joey's sake, he's the only thing I care about in the entire world.
I'd sell my soul to make sure he's safe, his innocence is too pure to be corrupted at so young.
"Rick! Oh come on man, don't do this to me dude! We're friends, please! I have a fucking family damn it!" My dad screams into his phone even louder.
I sit up and look at my open door, I don't want to listen to the beginning of my own death, he's basically arranging my funeral, or my future of being sold into some sort of prostitution ring. That's usually what happens to a hit mans family when he doesn't do his job, he shouldn't have even had a family, he knew what the cost was going to be.
"Fuck!" He yells. I get up and walk out of the room.
"Dad" I say trying to get him to calm down, he drinks when he's mad, and when he drinks it just makes him even more mad.
"Mei, we're going to leave tomorrow morning. I want you to pack yours and Joey's thing tonight." He says in the dead silence of the kitchen.
"Okay, just don't drink tonight. I'm not going to pack your shit too." I say
I walk out of the kitchen and down the narrow hall, in the first door to the right is my room, and the door at the end of the hall leads to Joey's room, he's only four, he's turning five next month, but at this rate he won't be having a birthday party, as usual. That boy deserves the world, yet he gets nothing.
Joey's supposed to be sleeping since it's 8pm but I know he's not, I hear rustling in his room, adding to that how could he even sleep with our dad yelling that loud?
"Joey" I whisper slowly opening his door.
"Shit!" I hear a man's voice yell, I already know that it's the hit men hired to kill our family. I slam the door and run into the closet in the hallway and lay on the floor so I can keep an eye on their movement by watching their shoes.
"We've got the boy!" One of the men yell, I see his black boots travel down the hallway along with another man wearing the same boots, probably help with making tracks go unnoticed, my dad has a pair he wears like that.
They're bluffing, not many hitman will go after children, only adults, unless they're absolutely heartless, which I only know of one my dad always talked about him. His name was Jim or something like that, they're friends I believe.
I hear Joey's muffled scream.
Hang in there a little longer baby boy, once they find dad, this will all be over. I think while trying to steady my breathing like I had in my room, quiet, I need to be quiet. Their footsteps get closer and then stop in front of the closet door.
"This is your last call!" The same man yells, he begins to countdown. Its got to be a bluff, there's no way there going to slaughter a defenseless child.
"Five!... Four!... Three!" There's nothing I can do even if I tried, It's either be shot on sight or beaten to death since I'm 18 and I look even older, they'll just assume I'm a stepmother of Joey and shoot on sight.
"Two!" Come on dammit, I know my dad can hear them, I'm sure he knows it's certain death, but either way he'll be dead, he still has time to save his kids.
There's a long pause.
"One." The man whispers.
All I hear is the sound of a suppressed gun go off and then I see it.
The man drops Joey and I see his limp body hit the floor with blood coming from his head, his hair sticking to forehead from sweat.
I wince trying to hold all my tears back, his eyes making contact with mine, staring into my soul, he knew I was in the closet, he knew I didn't save him.
I thought he was bluffing, all because I was scared for my own life, I slowly stand up, I know he's right in front of me, all that's between us is the door.
Then out of nowhere I hear my dad "Jim! Jim I know it's you, can't we work something out pal?" My dad yells. What a fucking coward, he let his 'friend' murder his child and still only cares about himself.
I can't take this.
5...
4...
3...
2...
"One". I whisper as i burst out of the closet door and lunge for his gun, I don't have enough time to see his face before his gun aims at me and he pulls the trigger, I feel slight pressure over my left eye, then everything goes back.