That Bad Boy (Under Editing)

Pent up frustration

This was like some Goddamn movie stunt I played just right now with my man, Jacob.

"Did you freaking see his face, Wren? Did you?" Jacob screeched just like a five year old would, see his mom bringing his favorite chocolate ice cream.

Even in a situation like this, I rolled my eyes.

The car's front bonnet was now not so pretty and was standing in the middle of the room. All the freaks here were astonished at first. It was like a jinx moment, everybody was staring at each other.

When he interrupted.

My freaking so called excuse of a father.

"Well, well, well.Coming to save the day?" He said in a confident tone. Smiling like a Cheshire cat.

"You see, son.I don't plan to give you your sweetheart" He said, motioning towards Chloe, who was being trapped with ropes and unconscious.

"But you will, Daniel" I challenged him. I could feel the gun in my pocket as we spoke. Eyeing Jacob, he was wearing a grim face.

"Oh, how so?" He laughed and just eyeing his followers, they all laughed too. Are we in Voldemort's house or what?

"By the police" I said through gritted teeth.

I may be not intelligent, but I wasn't stupid. I knew my chances of doing everything I intended to do today without any backup was wishful thinking, so I told everything to the police, who alleged to help me.

If I confessed.

Which I did.

"Stupid moron, do you think I'm afraid of them?" He asked, walking towards Chloe. I’ll freaking kill that douche if he even laid his dirty ass finger on her.

He walked tantalisingly, marking his every move.

And then he twirled her brown hair in his finger. A way to tell me to go to hell.

I couldn't take it any longer.

I took out my gun and put my finger on the trigger.

"If you touch her again, I’ll kill you" I threatened. I was getting way too angry.

"Yeah?" 

"Try me" I said. Jacob was now ready too.

He let out a loud laugh and with one swift motion, he took out his gun. It was aimed towards Chloe.

"Don't you dare" 

"Try me" He imitated me.

"What do you want, asshole?" I screamed with frustration. If only I could have stayed away from Chloe, if I had told her the truth and if I could have not taken her with me, I wouldn't be here.

Seconds away from losing her and myself. But I couldn't care less about myself. I was feeling, feeling...I don't know what to call it,

maybe helplessness. I felt as if my soul would be ripped out of me if he did something to her. I’d die living.

And I wouldn't be able to her that I had fallen in love with her the day she kissed my cheek when we were freaking eight years old. I wouldn't be able to her how I tried way too hard to get her attention.

Not realizing that the reason why I fought with her was because I wanted to find a reason to talk to her to not lose her through my fingers.

"Cat got your tongue, Kid?" 

That sentence jolted me to reality.

"I want you to join my business, you’ll earn loads, trust me" He tried to persuade me with money.

"Do you think I fucking care about your money?!?" 

"Figured. If you don’t, I’ll kill your excuse of a whore" He threatened me and to add fuel to the fire, he laid his fingers on her face, making them move down and down towards...

"Leave her alone"

"You haven't answered my offer" He answered. Confident as ever.

"Over my dead body" I screamed and motioned towards Jacob that now was doing or die. My only job was to get her away from here safely.

I ran towards that fucking asshole as he smirked, aiming his .45 towards me. He had no heart killing his own son.

I stood just feet afar from him and looked him in the eye. I saw Jacob behind him. Killing him would be so easy, so comforting.

To let go of all those days....

But I wasn't like him. I wasn't a ruthless killer.

"I'd kill you but I won't"

"Scared cats are we?" he mocked. And in that instance, flashes of my childhood came into view. How he'd let me do piggy back rides on him.

Bring me my favorite chocolates, taking me to rides.

"What happened?" I croaked out, my voice cracking.

"What happened to my loving dad?" 

I swear I saw his eyes soften. His expressions dimmed a bit of their hardness.

"Life happened, son" Was his reply. He was staring at me, begging me to not do this to each other. He was begging me to join him and me...

"You know, life will throw you different obstacles towards you in shapes of boulders and hearts but what it wants you to do is to handle them in a good way and to be strong. What you're doing right now is cowardly, old man. You think you're so fucking strong, holding a gun to your son's face?" 

"Well you're wrong, because you failed your life, your own self because the son you claimed to live and raise, is standing in front of you with no love, and I pity you" 

"I pity you because you're so scared, All that muscle won't do you any good if your fucking heart isn't up to defending you and yeah,I know I suck with these damn words or whatever, but know this: When you'll be dying, there will be no one to say they love you when you'll be taking your last breathes. There will be nobody to see you. And you won't die with love, sucker.You Goddamn won't!" 

I let out my pent up frustration, and in that moment I knew what I was going to do. 

His eyes were staring at me with surprise, as if he had forgotten that he was seconds away from killing me. His blood.

Can someone be that ruthless or cold?

To kill your son for freaking money?

"Mom still wants you to come back you know, she still loves you. While you're fucking with some slut, she picks up her picture of you when she thinks nobody's there to see her. She still presses your shirts for you. Are you that cold? You left a perfectly good family for what? WHAT?" 

We both were breathing hard but for different reasons.

"I...I...love you son and I'm sorry...please tell that to mom...blue eyes.....couldn't stop her ...laugh...twenty fifth anniversary date.....your smiling face...looked like her...I...I....." 

He was getting red all over and before my eyes, he was crippling towards the ground. Jacob was looking horrified.

Wearing the same masked expressions of all the people around us.

He was dying from a heart attack. Very convenient.

And just before he let out his last breathe, he muttered,

"Ask Quinn...ask...her...." 

I was shocked. What did Aunt Quinn have to do with this? I tried to wake him up; he wasn't supposed to die like this.

He had to suffer, writhing in jail. He didn't deserve to die so conveniently!

I screamed at his face.

"I hate you!"

"I HATE YOU! For all you put us through!" 

I wrenched up his shirt, trying to wake him up, he had to get up,Goddamnit. Wiping my own tears,I freaking didn't know why they came for the first place?

That when I heard the sirens of the police and the voice that gave me pleasure and relief.

"W-Wren?" She let out,

and I smiled.












----


I know, I suck at writing these type of scenes, but it had to be there..:/

So what do you think?

:D