Septic~Father (A Sequel to "Septic~Crush" and "Septic~Lover")

Chapter 4. Enemy

~Chantelle's POV~
Now having escaped from jail, I could FINALLY get my revenge on Y/N..
I drove my car through the streets of LA, searching for her house.
Some police officers tried to block my path, but I jerked the wheel, and spun into someone's parking lot.
I drove through the house, and out into the streets again.
I arrived at what seemed Y/N's house.
I saw Mark's car.
This was it.
~Your POV~
Mark and I exited the bedroom, Jack was sitting with the kids on the couch.
We heard a car door slam and an evil cackle.
"Chantelle." Mark and I heard Jack mutter.
"Bedroom, NOW!" Shouted Jack, handing me the kids.
"I'm not leaving you!" I shouted to Jack.
"GO!!" He yelled.
"NO!!" I yelled back.
"I'm going to face her myself, it's you're own good!" He yelled back.
Mark picked me up and carried me to the room.
"NOOOOO!! SEANNN!" I cried.
Mark put me on the bed and locked the door from the outside.
"SEAN!!" I addressed him by his real name, because I didn't want him to die.
I put the kids on the bed and ran to the door.
I hit the door like crazy.
"SEAN!!" I called for him.
Mark grabbed me by my stomach, and threw me onto the bed.
"Y/N! CALM DOWN!!" He yelled in a serious tone.
The got me quiet.
He started breathing hard, and I looked into his eyes.
I started to cry.
Mark picked up the kids and handed them to me.
I cradled them in my arms, Mark hugged me and shushed me.
We heard the door break down, and Chantelle say:
"I'm back."
~Jack's POV~
I gave Chantelle a look as she stared at me.
"Hewwo my wittle Jackawoonie." Chantelle cooed, putting her hand on my chest.
I stared down at her, and she smiled.
"I don't love you." I pushed her away.
"Why not?" She asked as she grabbed my arm, her eyes big.
"Because you tried to kill my wife!" I shouted, pointing a gun at her.
She immediately put her hands up.
"Turn around, your hands behind your back, and walk away slowly." I said.
She put her hands behind her back, and turned around.
"Or I'll shoot." I cocked the gun. (hehe, cocked)
She slowly made her way to the door, when she dashed to the side and ran up the stairs.
I chased after her as she kicked the bedroom door down.
Y/N sat in the corner, frightened.
Mark stood at the doorway, a knife in his hand.
It was just poking her chest.
I had the gun pointed at her head.
She had nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide.
She was going to die.