The Runaways

Chapter two- Thugs

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Lily

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Recap

. I got up from the toilet sit and splashed water onto my face. I had to be strong… I know my mom would have wanted that… what the heck! She would have wanted to be alive! Fresh tears started to stream down my face… I love you mom

“I love you so much… please come back” I mumble more to myself than anything

“Lily, are you in there. You have been in there a while” My dads voice came from outside. I straightened up… I didn’t want him seeing me like this… I was going to find out who killed my mom if it was the last thing I do!

“Darling I know this isn’t the best time but the paramedics called… you mother died” his voice still showed no hurt or pain… all lies! Why god… why did this happen to me!

Chapter 2

Shaking, why am I shaking! Oh god is the plain crashing! WHY IS EVERYTHING HAPPENING TO ME!

“Lily, wake up. We are here” my dad’s voice echoed in my head. Figures. I looked out the window… we are in New-York… I can’t believe this is happening so fast…

As we exited the plane I realised how… well real this is. We have moved. Mom is… gone, its like dad is running away, but from what.

“Honey. Please talk, I hate you so quite” my dad rubbed my shoulder tentivly. Why should I talk to him! Is there any reason why I should even look at him… he is a liar.

“Liar” I muttered under my breath but it was apparently load enough to hear. My dads head turned towards me.

“What did you say… you think I am a liar” Anger tainted his voice, this is not going to be pretty. I looked around for an escape root but the departure tunnel was now empty. Silence. I tuned back to him… was my dad really a murderer… the man I have lived with for 16 years.

“Lily, I know it’s hard but you have to understand. I didn’t kill Jane” he said with a hint of sympathy in his voice… wait, who said he killed her! That means

“I can see it in your eyes Lily… I will explain everything later, but now we need to start a fresh” he held his hand out in front of me… do I take it? I want answers… I need to know. I took his hand in mine and we walked out of the departure gate, out of the airport, into our new life.

1 year later

“Lily, can you get some ice from the shops, we are all out?” my dad’s voice rang from his study.

“Yeah sure” I grumbled, grabbing some money and closing the apartment door. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten what happened exactly one year to this day.

When we got out of the airport and came to this apartment, our new home, my dad explained to me that he had been working on a case back in London, and he had sent one of the most wanted into jail… but this came at a price.

The man threatened that this was not over and that he would kill everyone my dad loved. So that’s why we moved as soon as the incident, do I believe it? NO… not one bit! I don’t think he killed her though… I just… don’t know.

“That will be 2 dollars please” the cashier women smiled, I handed her the money, still in deep thought.

I grabbed the bag and left the store… don’t you just hate that annoying ding when you leave… stupid bell thing! Anyway… I still don’t believe he killed her… next year I am going back! I am going to find out who killed her even if it kills me!

I could see the apartment from here. I turned the corner but was brought to an abrupt stop.

“Hello girly, what you doing late at night?”  ok I really didn’t need this right now! “Ice” I showed them the bag… ok there was 4 of them… if I just *Whack* I hit the first one around the face with the ice pack and ran. I could see the lights in my dad’s study.

“Where do you think you are going kitten!” I felt to cold hands grab my exposed forearms, twisting me around to face on angry looking guy… I am dead!

“Did you just Fucking hit me with ice!” he growled, stepping forward. I sunk back, squirming in the two men’s arms.

“Awww someone is scared” he mocked stepping closer; I started to shake… who wouldn’t be scared!

“W… what do you want, all I have is a dollar… please don’t hurt me” tears started to cascade down my cheeks… I don’t want to die.

“We don’t want much darling, we don’t like a liar… no one that lives round here only has a dollar, sweet cheeks” he came up to me so we were only centimetres apart.

“My…my dad is the head of police” I say as he goes to grab me. I close my eyes tight; I don’t want to die like this… I waited for the pain but it never came. I opened one eye. The man had stepped away.

“What should we do…. I was really looking forward to this, she smells so tasty” he said to one of the guys that were holding my arms. Wait… tasty!?!

“Let’s leave… I don’t want any trouble… not from them” one of them said. Their grip started to loosen… I wasn’t going to die! Well not today!

“Don’t let her go!” a voice came from the shadows and the guys grip automatically tightened again… so close. A man stepped out of the shadow; he had a hood on that covered his face… I started to shake with fear… I don’t want to die, not now!

“If she is Jack’s Daughter then we can use her” he said, by his voice he probably found this hilarious… how does he know my dad? We have only been here a year.

“Your dad is Chief Jack right” he questioned. Yes my dad did get the job as chief… they didn’t even ask anything about his job in London… strange?

“Y…Yes” I croaked, still desperately trying to get free of this hold.

“Well guys, what do you say? I wonder how the vampire hunter would react if he had a daughter that was the thing he hunted?” The man in the hoddie laughed… What? Vampires… are these guys crazy… I wanted to shout how crazy they were but… I couldn’t find my voice.

“No Zane… that’s against the rules… let’s just find some dinner elsewhere” yeah go find ‘dinner’ somewhere else, crazy people.

“Just think of what…”

“No, I don’t want to be any part of this, come on guys” they let go and disappeared. It turned around, they were gone. I turned back to see the hooded man just standing there… I did the thing anyone would do…

I ran for my life screaming... but I only got to the front of the apartment… someone slapped a hand on my mouth, tears started to fall again.. I am really going to die this time.

“Stop crying, my hand is getting wet… lets just give your dad something to look at” before I could do anything he bite down on my neck.

I winced in pain as he pulled away. He dropped me to the floor and walked off laughing… I brought my hand to my neck… why… why were there only two puncture marks… just like… my mom.