His Daughter

Chapter Six

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He walked up to steve and spat on him, all while not knowing that his daughter was sitting a few feet away from his.

His voice was a little muffled but what I heard next made me shiver. The old familiar voice that would read me bedtime stories and laugh along with me at the jokes we would make.

"Don't go near my Emily again, or I will hurt the things you hold most dearly. I am coming for her and when I find her, she will be mine again." I could hear the hatred in his voice.

All of the sudden steve's phone in the compartment of the truck started ringing and he looked up towards where I sat. I ducked down just in time and he seemed to have dismissed the ringing and went on to start punching steve furiously. I closed my eyes knowing that nothing could be done. I had no chance against them.

I quickly grabbed my phone and called 911.

"Hello? My uncle is being beaten up on 4th and 23rd street. Come as soon as possible." and with that I hung up the phone, and took one last glance at steve lying on the ground, purple and snuck out of the car door which was angled so that the alleyway garage shielded me and ran away on the opposite sidewalk away from the men.

Fear took place of my control that I thought I had. Feelings and anger about my father suddenly flared up and I walked myself all the way down to the police station. Being almost homeless for a big part in my life made it pretty easy to use walking as a mode of transportation instead of a vehicle. I knew I should have stayed with Steve. I knew I should have said more on the phone, but my senses were dulled at the moment. My mind was swirled with all kinds of thoughts and the more I walked, the more I felt bad with how I left Steve. I was so stupid! I wanted to run back, but I was only a minute away from the police station which was a safe place for me. Steve was doing this for me, and he would want me to be safe.

As soon as I got into the station, I sprinted to the front desk. It looked like people were frazzled enough, and there were workers running around. Probably about the phone call I made. I found the guys that looked familiar and started screaming without even thinking.

"How could you let Steve have no backup, and let him go out there without anyone to help him? Where were you guys?!" As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt like an extreme hippocrate. I left Steve. But did it count that I left him to get help? I hoped he was okay.

"Wha... what are you talking about? Is steve okay?"

"No, as a matter of fact, he isn't. He is being beaten up right now by..." I didn't want to say who it really was in case others were listening, "by guys in the alley. He said that you were helping him today!"

The guy with olive skin and jet black hair chuckled.

"What are you even doing here? You have no business. And steve had texted us saying that he didn't need our help for your information."

"Wha..." I thought it through in my head. Why would he do that? Just before he had said that the guys were going to meet him. I guess that didn't explain why he walked out there without them. What was steve up to? Was this true?

***Sorry, this is a really short one but I will be making them longer trust me***