Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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"Tylie, what are you fucking thinking?!" Niall ground out in a hushed, harsh whisper. He still had a hold on my arm, but I shook him off finally with all the strength that I had.

The bullets had stopped flying, and now my father and his men were taking brisk steps towards us, determination within them. Deep breaths shuddered through me, realizing this is the first time I saw my father in person since I figured out the truth about everything.

Never in my life had I felt so betrayed and hurt by someone, him being my father made it ten times worse. Looking at him now, knowing what he has done, felt worse than my best friend leaving me for dead. He was once my father, but as he took careful steps towards us, he felt like a stranger. A horrible, vile person who lied like he breathed.

Without hesitating, I ripped the gun from Niall's grip and took off towards them with fire singeing my veins. "Tylie!" Niall screamed angrily, blowing his cover completely. But it was honestly no use because I was not going to turn around and go back into hiding.

This confrontation with my father was long overdo. My eyes narrowed as the distance closed between us, my feet covering the expanse much quicker than I thought possible.

The soldier had their weapons strapped to their sides, and they walked with measured strides to meet me. God, I hated them. I didn't even know them and I hated them because I knew they were in with the horrible schemes of my father.

The good thing was I didn't hear footsteps behind me right now, even through the blood pounding in my ears, so I had figured that Niall had stayed back like I wanted him to.

Running now, I whipped the gun from the waistband of my jeans where I had stored it. My body moved without warning from me, and it acted on its own accords. Out stretching the gun in front of me, I aimed it straight at my father's cold heart hidden beneath his perfect pressed suit.

I wanted to throw up.

On instinct, the solders whipped out all of their guns and trained them right on me. Red beams of light shone in four spots on my chest, signaling that they in fact had been the ones that day in the Subway.

The ones who almost killed Niall and I, and the ones who let their trapped experiment attack me. My grip tightened around the gun until my knuckles turned white, keeping my arm surprisingly steady. We were face to face now, a father-daughter stand off. "So you're just going to let them shoot me?" I snarled finally, repositioning the gun again when pains shot through my arm.

My father smiled gently, and it made my stomach roll viciously. Underneath his fake smile held a sinister smile, making me want to punch him in the throat with a metal stick. "And you're just going to shoot your father?" Jim fired back, raising his hands in mock surrender.

I gripped the gun tighter, shaking a bit at his words. "Father? I wouldn't say that. Maybe pathological liar," I growled coldly, clicking a bullet into the chamber. I faltered a bit, just realizing that I actually did intend on hurting or killing my father. Even then, I did not give Jim the slightest doubt that I was going to hurt him.

My Father's stupid facade fell a bit, showing the true Jim Owens a little. "Tylie, you're not well. I can tell the sickness is eating away at your brain. I can help you, just come back with me. We can be a family again once you break away from this group of rebellious misfits," he gritted, displeased with the Gang.

My heart hammered angrily in my chest, enraged at the audacity he had to call these caring people something so degrading. My eyebrows crinkled up in disgust, "Oh fuck you and the horse you rode in on, Jim!" I exploded loudly, words echoing through the barren wasteland.