The End Of Summer Haze *Lesbian Story* *COMPLETED*

Chapter Thirty Three

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The fear was parilyzing, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. Tears started pouring down my face as I saw my beautiful girlfriend, her usually stunning face wide in terror and covered in runny eyeliner. She was sobbing, trying to cover up her tears and regain her pride. She was staring deeply into my eyes, almost using them to say goodbye. But as the sick feeling entered my gut as I looked at her, the absolute, horror at the thought of her not existing filling my system, I realized something.

I loved Summer Haze.

The thought was shocking, eye opening to say the least. But in this moment my emotional barrier didn't matter.

And I was finally able to admit that I loved her to my own self.

This thought gave me new motivation, even stronger than before, to save her. I subtly yanked my hands up, struggling against the tightly sewn knots. A glimmer of hope ran through me as the rope frayed, a tiny, almost untraceable amount under my left wrist. So I raised my head, desperately needing to stall my mother while I secretly broke the rope.

"Mom, I'm sorry I haven't been honest." I said quickly, my tone tight and desperate. Caught by surprise she raised her head quizically in my direction, slightly slackening her wrist.

"You haven't?" She asked cautiously, the gun moving a small inch more. I nodded rapidly, trying to keep my face neutral.

"I ummm don't like girls." I said slowly, thinking before talking. Her eyes starting glimmering in hope, making relief start to rush through me. "I was just embarrassed to tell you I like Ronald." Her eyes cautiously searched my face, searching for any form of fib. When she apparently found none, she completely removed the gun from Summers direction, making both Summer and myself, sigh in relief.

"Oh darling I knew it all along!" She exclaimed jovially, making me internally cringe. She jumped up and down and clapped her hands like a small child before skipping over to me, clasping me in a tight hug. Her long, talon-like nails scratched my arms painfully, making a small bead of blood form on my upper arm. She then started babbling, her high-pitched voice hurting my ears.

"That Ronald, such a lovely boy! Now I can have the children you have made me wait all these years for!" She clucked her tongue at me in scolding. "Just think making me wait all these years for grandchildren." I struggled to keep my face impassive, wanting to cringe and yell at her. So I just nodded pleasantly, pulling at the knots while she babbled continually. Finally the ropes broke, making me sigh in relief.

"And then my father and I can join you on your honeymoon!" She said shrilly, looking off dreamily into the distance.

Now was my chance.

As fast as I could I raised my free hand, untying the other knot before grabbing her wrists, making them unable to move. She shrieked in surprise, trying to get free, but not prevailing. I then grabbed the gun out of her hand, clumsily pushing off the chair and running over to Summer. I locked eyes with her quickly, seeing her relief, before turning and aiming the gun right at my shocked mother. Her face contorted into a sick snarl as she crossed her arms and stamped her foot like a petulant child.

"You bitch!" She screamed, making me smirk.

"Takes one to know one!" I taunted, making rage shoot across her face. I could hear Summers muffled chuckles behind me.

"You are a disappointment!" She screamed, immediately stopping Summers laughter. Slight hurt hit me, hurt that made me push it down and tighten my hold on the gun. My mother noticed my reaction, smiling smugly. She took a step forward, making me warily raise the gun higher towards her. "You should have been perfect." She stated coldly, her mouth puckered into a thin line. "You should have been a model daughter, going to parties, learning how to be a good wife, liking boys!" She yelled the last point, making me angry. "But no, you had to disappoint me." She said, once again cold. "Look at you in that dress, you are so beautiful." She gestured, a slight tear in her eye. But then the maniacal sneer raised back to the surface, erasing any form of emotion besides anger. "But it's just a disguise, because inside you are nothing but an ugly, disappointing fag." She screamed walking, taking another step towards us.

And I had to make a decision.

My heart hurt immensely at the current moment, my feelings pained and angry at my mother. However there was a certain something that had snapped in me, making me able to raise the gun at my mothers face and carefully click back the safety.

And that snapping was from the loss of hope.

My whole life My mother had been terrible. She insulted me, belittled me, made me feel as if I was nothing. And I thought I hated her. But truthfully, deep down inside, I had been hoping she would one day realize her mistakes and change.

But that hope had been shattered today, when she had the intention of hurting me and the girl I loved.

And that loss of hope is why it was possible to keep the gun there, one trigger away from ending her life.

I could hear Summer behind me, trying to talk sense into me through her tightly tied gag. But I ignored her, all I could see was my mother.She had an eyebrow raised cynically at me, her expression calm. She obviously thought I was incapable of pulling the trigger.

And she was sadly mistaken.

"You can't shoot me Lillandra," She said arrogantly, crossing her arms. "I'm your mom." But her expression soon became scared as I didn't flinch, the hatred from my childhood fueling my drive to inflict pain.

"You were never my mother." I said calmly, moving my finger closer to the trigger. Her expression soon became panicked, as she frantically searched for an exit. Finally she just resorted to screaming.

"Bruce! Bruce! Help!" She screamed pathetically, making me angrier. I was just about to shoot when a large, muscular body grabbed my frame, restraining my arms and grabbing the gun right out of my hand.

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My mother smirked smugly, a slight glisten of sweat from her previous panic shining across her brow. Bruce, my 'bodygaurd' was restraining me with one arm, holding the gun in his free hand.

"Thank god I thought of back up for a snotty brat like her." My mom said smugly, laughing a little. Bruce laughed with her, his breath stinging my nostrils.

And it all made more sense.

How my mom had dragged two teenage girls across town and tied us up had been a mystery.

But she had simply hired Bruce to help.

I glared at his large face, the hatred burning in my eyes. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp but it was like granite.

Totally unmovable.

"Can you believe she was going to shoot me." My mom laughed, talking like I was a little kid trying to ride the 'big kid bike.' Bruce laughed in response, nodding his head.

"I know, she definitely can't shoot you know!" And then they both laughed, their faces amused. And mine livid. Suddenly Bruces face got serious though and he re-raised the gun in my mothers direction. "too bad I can shoot you though." He said darkly. And before my mom could fully register his words he pulled the trigger, the exploding pop of the gunshot echoing around the room.

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