Someone to call Dad.

Chapter 3

"Come here, Lily," I crawled around the living, chasing after the two-year-old. I was babysitting for my dearest sister as she went on a date with her husband whose name I shall not say out loud. 

"What are you doing?" asked Rick. Rick was my husband to be. I know I said that James was the only one for me but did he actually think I would not try to make him jealous? 

He grabbed me by the hair and lifted me off my feet. "You will spend some quality time with your fiance, come darling," I tried to pull my hair out of his grasp but his gripped just tightened. Lily was crying and I was in charge of taking care of her. Without an audience, Rick would, how you say, 'teach me a lesson' and not in a good way. He always thinks I need to be as far away from James as possible because he thinks that I'm not dedicated to him enough. Which I'm not, not anymore that is. Before he proposed he was a gentleman, he respected me and he would call me every night before I sleep just so his voice would be the last thing I would hear. Now, he's just a sick bastard. 

"What does he mean to you? Tell me!" He slapped my face. It left a stinging sensation on face and I collapsed on the floor from the pain and I'm not talking about physical pain. 

"What the hell, Rick?" I yelled. I lifted Lily in my arms and stormed out of the house to my car. I buckled Lily to the backseat baby chair and walked around the car to the driver seat. 

"Come back here! I love you, can't you see that? Why love that jerk? He left you!" I paused in my step and turned around. 

"I loved him. Loved. It's over, it was over 3 years ago. And guess what? So are we," Rick wrapped his arms around my neck in a headlock. 

"Don't move or I'll shoot the kid," he reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a gun. He pointed the gun at Lily. "So, is the wedding still on, honey?"

I thought of ways to escape, to protect Lily with my body but my mind wouldn't register anything. 

"Put the gun down, Rick," James climbed out of his car along with his wife, Carol, my sister. James had his arms in the air, surrendering. He cautiously held out his hand and tried to grab the gun, failing and falling face first to the ground. 

"Please!" I begged. "If you are going to kill anyone, kill me! I have nothing to live for anyway!" I glanced at James who was shocked to hear my plead. Rick thought about it and after a few moments of intense silence, he nodded and pushed me forward, toward the house. I faced Rick as he pointed the gun at my forehead. I closed my eyes.

Bang.