Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Surprise Heroes

Skylar's P.O.V.

"Hello?"

My small voice resounds through the empty room, echoing back at me as it bounces from wall to wall.

I take my time inspecting every inch of the room, not wanting to miss anything I'll regret later. When I find nothing, my suspicion only grows.

There's nothing. Nothing... The furniture remains, but there's not a single beer bottle in sight. There's no stench of alcohol or smoke burning my nose, no unconscious man snoring loudly on the couch.

It's like a normal home...

Stepping further into the abandoned room, I call out once more for my father. When I get no response, I make my way upstairs to his bedroom.

Slowly opening the door, I find that it too, is empty. The door creaks slightly as I pull it closed, stepping back cautiously.

Something just doesn't feel right.

I tiptoe down the hall, pausing every time an old floorboard squeaks. I hesitate as my hand positions itself on the doorknob to my old room.

I slowly turn it and push the door open. There on my bed, lies the man I had feared for so long. The man who had given me nightmares, panic attacks, and self-hatred.

The man who gradually destroyed my will to live.

He grins evilly as his eyes land on me, and he slowly pushes himself to a sitting position.

"Skylar... What a wonderful surprise."

"Hello Sir." I say quietly.

"Did your job as a prostitute stop paying? Is that why you're back?"

"I'm not a prostitute sir. I was living with my boyfriend to escape your abuse." I say honestly. "But I know I deserve everything you've done to me and more, and now I'm ready to accept it."

"Is that so?" He raises an eyebrow.

I nod slowly. He grins and reaches under his back. My breath hitches slightly as he pulls out a gun.

"You took everything from me. You killed my wife. You took Emma and Jess. And now you only serve as a constant reminder of what you destroyed."

He stands from the bed, walking towards me at an agonizingly slow pace. When he reaches no more than a foot away from me, a look of disgust takes over his face.

"It should have been you."

And with that, he raises the gun pointed directly between my eyes. I don't flinch or cower away. I don't break down crying. I just close my eyes in acceptance, ready to join the family who loved me.

"Stop!" A deep voice shout behind me.

I turn around to face the source of the call. My eyes widen in shock as I spot him.

"Luke?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"I'm joining my family. You should leave."

He takes a cautious step forward, his hands slightly over his head.

"Your dad has a fucking gun pointed at you. How are you so calm!?"

"This is normal for my family."

I pause and look to my father for permission.

"Go for it. I'm going to prison after this anyways."

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Grayson's P.O.V.

I sped down the road to Skylar's dad's house, parking a few houses away so they don't hear my bike. I throw the helmet to the ground and sprint to her house.