Torn, Broken, and Abandoned

Chapter 6

I was sitting there, frozen with shock. I couldn't move. I just sat there and watched him walk over to me. 

"Cute." He smirked. I couldn't say anything. I just stared at him wide-eyed. I opened my mouth and tried to reply, but I couldn't so I shut it. "If you have nothing to say, I'll cut to the chase." He said again as he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the shop. He then put the gun to my head and led me to an aly. He smelt very stongly of vodka. At first, he just stood there staring at me, as if searching for something. Then out of nowhere, Dylan came up from behind me. 

"Put the gun down." he said slowly. 

"And why should I do that?" My dad answered. His words slurred and he took the gun away from my head and pointed it at my brother. Dylan's facial expression didn't change, he seemed oddly calm. 

During this whole confrentation, I was scared shitless. Like I was going to piss myself. 

"We haven't seen you in months!" I screamed. "Why are you doing this?!" I could feel the tears start to form in my eyes, but I fought them back. They weren't just scared tears; they were tears of anger and tears of saddness. In all honesty, I had missed my dad in these few months that he had been gone. But not this part of him. This part of my dad was new to me. 

"Where were you that night?" Dylan asked. "Did you even care?! Or were you too drunk to even realize that she's gone forever."

"Your mother was a bitch." screamed our father.

Dylan couldn't take it anymore. "FUCK YOU." he screamed and lunged for our dad.

This startled him and he shot the gun.

The next couple hours were a blur. With all my tears, screams, the sirens, the crowds of people. I couldn't process it all. 

Next thing I knew I was sitting in a chair next to Dylan's hospital bed. My face was puffy from the crying, and had stains of tears and mascara and I didn't even care. My head ached and my chest hurt. I looked around the empty room. It was a pale white, and the atmosphere was very sullen. Kabecka walked into the room and I could tell she had been crying, too. She sat next to me and looked me in the eyes. We didn't speak.. We just sat there in each others arms. I couldn't help the few tears that slipped out.

When we pulled away Becka looked me in the eyes again and said, "Tell me everything that you left out earlier. I want to know every last detail."

I told her how once the first gun shot was fired, it had thankfully missed Dylan and me. But the second shot hit straight into Dyl's thigh... I explained the screams of pain, and how Dad had dropped his gun and staggered away as fast as his drunken ass could carry him. I told her how the wait for the ambluence after I called 911 felt like days instead of minutes. I told her how scared I felt as I sat and watched my brother bleed almost to death in my arms. It felt just like the night Mom had died. And I couldn't lose another family member. Especially not Dylan. Lastly, I told her about how I felt the urge to call Jack and tell him what had just happened. 

Once I was done, I couldn't help but notice that I had started sobbing again. Becka was also in tears until the Doctor walked in. We both fell silent.

"He made it through surgery and he'll be just fine." he said with a reassuring smile on his face. "He did take quite a hit to the thigh, but in a few months he'll be completely back to normal."

My sister and I let out a sigh of relief. I couldn't help but let out a few tears of joy.

I then remembered the feeling I had right before the ambulence showed up; about calling Jack. I excused myself and walked into the hallway. My phone was dead, so I went to the pay phones that they had lined up on the wall. I put 50 cents in and dialed his cell phone number.

"Hello?" he said into the phone.

"J..Jack?" I stuttered out still having the happy tears in my eyes.

"Kalista?! Oh my God is Dylan okay?!" he said all at once.

"Yeah the Doctor said he made it through perfectly." I said, my tone of voice quickly going back to normal. "I need you right now..."

"I'll be there as fast as I can." 

"Thank you.." I said back.

"Oh, and Kalista?" I heard him say right as I was about to hang up.

"I--" And the pay phone shut off.

I? I what? I LOVE you? I LOATHE you? I FREAKIN' WANNA BE WITH YOU TILL THE ENDS OF THE EARTH COME CRASHING DOWN?! Damn pay phones. I sat in the chair waiting for Jack for about 10 minutes until I heard a voice come up behind me.

"Kalista!" Jack said. "The phone cut me off, I was going to say, I'm glad your brother was okay!"

Oh. That's all. I always work myself up for nothing. My feelings are confusing me, but I know there's something there. I just don't know what it is yet. 

"Me too." I said with a big smile on my face.

He then embraced me into a warm hug and I couldn't help but feel so safe and happy in his arms. Like there was no other place I wanted to be then with him. 

The hug ended too quickly and I saw Dylan being wheeled back into his room.

"Come on." Jack said, and grabbed my hand. He led me into Dylan's room and after we walked in and I saw my brothers face, I immediately was put into a better mood.

I went and sat on the edge of his bed and stared at him. He looked at me and gave me a funny look. I just stuck my tounge out at him and didn't say anything. I knew what he was inferring. I knew he knew that I had unresolved feelings for Jack. I just didn't want to admit it to him... Cause I know if I did, then he would totally hold it against me if I ever got with him. He's done this with pretty much every guy I've liked. Too bad none of them ever liked me back...

He looked at me and smiled. "Go home, all of you. I'll be okay here by myself." 

I pouted back at him, "Fine. But don't think I'm happy about this." I winked and grabbed Jack's hand as I left the room.

We walked out of the hotel hand-in-hand, and I was arm-in-arm with my sister. I felt happier then I had in the couple of days it had been since the accident. It felt like a couple of hours, but it was now Wednesday. Dad had shot Dylan on Monday. No one knows where he is now and none of us have heard from him since... 

We all got into Jacks car and drove home. I sat shotgun and Kabecka went into the backseat. Next week was spring break and our Aunt and Uncle were going out of town so we talked about what we should do. 

As we all got out of the car at the house, Kabecka shouted, "LET'S HAVE A PARTY!" 

"I'm down." said a very familiar voice.

I slowly looked over my shoulder and saw none other than Alex walking towards us from our front porch.

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Hey guys sorry I haven't updated in a while! I'll be posting another chapter by the end of the night. SUPRISE. My friend Amanda is now going to help me co-write this story. :) I hope you guys enjoy! 

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