Broken (A Josh Hutcherson Fan fiction)

The Finale

Please play this song during the chapter! It's the official theme song for Broken and it's perfect for the book and this chapter!

Adrianna

   I stay in the car with Chris so we can wait for the okay to come through our earpieces. We have to wait until there's enough men down so that I can reach my father easier. If I go in there tired, there's no way I'll win.

   "GO! GO! GO!" I suddenly hear Dylan scream. That's the okay.

   Chris and I jump out of the car and sprint towards my father's house. We barge through the door and all I see is men shooting at each other, and blood. Lots of blood. I try to look straight ahead to avoid seeing anything that I don't to.

   A man a runs to me pulling out his gun. I shoot him before he can pull the trigger. Chris shoots anyone who dares to approach us.

   "Go! I'll be right behind you!" Chris yells through the gunshots. I nod and start running up the stairs, shooting anybody in my way.
   As I make my way to my father's office, two men approach me. I shoot the one on the left but the other tackles me to the ground, pinning me there. Oh God. He weighs like 200 pounds! I make an 'oof' sound from the man's weight. What does he eat, raw meat?!

   I knee the man in the groin, making him loosen his grip on me. I grab his head, smacking it to the ground, knocking him unconscious.

   I quickly push him off me and run to my father's office door.

   This is where it ends.

   I barge through the door and I see my father seated in his chair, as if there wasn't a war going on outside. I close the door behind me.

   "So they sent you. Makes sense, since you're the only one who has the guts to kill a man who took them out of poverty." My father, his voice filled with disappointed.

   "You ruined their lives. Just like you ruined mine." I seethed, anger filling my veins.

   "I made your life better! I could've let you turn into a weak-mimded little girl, but I turned you into something better! I made you a warrior!" my father raged.

   "You turned me into a monster!" I screamed, "And now, you're going to pay for making my life a living hell!"

   "You could've been so much better than this." he said. "But not everything turns out the way you want it to."

   And with that, my father attacked.

   My father hit me faster than I could react. He kicked my side, taking me to the ground, my gun skidding to the other side of the room. Usually, I would stay down while my father beat me, but never again will I let my father win so easily.

   I grabbed my father's foot when he brought it down for another kick. I kicked my father's other foot, bringing him to the ground. I stood up as fast as I could and my father did the same. This time, I was the one to hit first.

   I punched my father in the face, breaking his nose. He didn't even indicate that I had hurt him, my father just gave me a punch of his own, which I blocked. But he grabbed my arms, pulled them apart, and head butted me. I felt my mouth start to bleed.

   I kneed my father in the face, making him stumble backwards.

   "I've got to say, you've impressed me. I didn't think you would last this long." my father said, amusement filling his voice.

   "Like you said when I younger, I'm stubborn." I said, spitting out blood, recalling the times when I refused to help my father. I usually went to the tattoo parlor after that.