One Shot Mania

One Shot Mania- Chapter 4

Runaway Stay: ( pg 13)

"Turn around and face the wall!" he shouted, I looked at him. His gaze burnt fire into my soul. My body trembled with anger but I never showed the fear underneath. "I said turn around and face the wall! Now!" he yelled once more. I looked at those dull sunken in grey eyes. "Screw you!!" I yelled. All the power I had boiling inside me was dying to be released. "Oh really you want to defy me, want to disrespect me in my own house," he stepped closer, "You will see what's coming to you and your family!"

He raised his hand, an within it a long broken cable cord. The next thing I heard was a loud clap and a piercing scream escape me lips.

He hit me once, two times, three times. By the ending if the blast blow my back was numb, my eyes saw nothing but blurs. My throat was dry from screaming and my knees hurt from being pushed to the ground.

"You want to act tough and think you run shit!! Do you!? Just so you know boy I run shit, I am the King of this house!! You understand me!?" His alcohol stained breathe filled my nose as he inched his face closer to mine. I don't remember what happened next but all I heard was a loud shot.

My body broke out into a sweat, my leg was on fire my ears burning from the ear splitting sound.

Blood..... blood was all around my legs my right food was bent out of shape.

He laughed his eyes showed no form of remorse nor regret. He smiled, a big toothy grin filled his face. Next thing I know I lunged at him. Ignoring the pain in my foot I punched him square in the face. Falling to the ground with a large thump he groaned in pain. His gun scattered across the room next my pile of blood. I pick up the gun and wobbled back to the defenseless son of a bitch.

His own eyes showed fear for once. The fear that the torturer would become the tortured. I raised my hand placing the gun a good two feet away from his face.

"What are you going to do you little wimp? Huh? Gonna kill me, like hell you would. You can't even...." Before he could finish his statement I pulled the trigger.

Squared dead in his eye. Blood covered me more than I already had. I need to get out I said to myself. I saw what I had done. I have never killed a soul..never. But today was an acceptation, today I killed a demon, a venomous demon who can't hurt another.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my lower calf. The blood was flowing faster and I could feel the sting of the bullet as I tried to move. I needed help, I needed to get my leg looked at.

I wobbled over to front door the pain getting more and more excruciating. I finally got to the door. I turned the knob with all the energy I had left.

The last thing I remember was the sunlight and my face connecting with the ground.

One month later:

Bright white dimming lights is all I could muster. My eyes were hard to open they were swollen shut like bricks were places on my face. I could feel my arms and leg except for the right leg. Trying to gain my strength I feel the surroundings around me.

Where am I, how did I get here. The last thing I remember was coming home from school. I tried again to open my eyes finally I could see around me the bright light blurred everything for a second. Soon my vision cleared, I was in a hospital an all white room.

In soft movements I lifted myself out of the position I was in. Pain shot through my leg like someone set my leg on fire. I let out a loud gasp and held a firm grip on my leg.

Suddenly I heard another gasp that wasn't my own. I turned my head to the side and saw my girlfriend Lacey. She was sitting by my side, blood shot eyes and tear stained face.

"Lacey.... what are you doing here what happened to me?" I asked frantically. She looked at me with wide eyed like I had two heads. Before I could ask another question she jumped up and hugged the day light out of me.

I groaned in pain and she let me go. I looked into my girlfriend's eyes she started to cry again. "Lace, what happened why are you crying and why am I in a hospital?" She gave me a confused look, "You don't remember what happened, at all?" I shook my head at her. "You were in a coma for a month for loss of blood and a blow to the head." How could I have been in a coma I don't remember a thing. "What happened to my family, are they here how did this all happen?" She shook her head, "You don't remember anything from that night do you ?" Again I shook my head. She all but smiled.

"He's gone Jace, he's gone Vincent is dead !!!" she wrapped her arms around my neck. Suddenly it all came back to me, the beatings, the bullet wound in my leg, the enormous headache. My torturer is gone my pain and burden is out of my life.

I killed Vincent, I killed him after five years or the beatings and scars he finally gone.

I killed Vincent I killed my...father. I'm free once and for all.... or am I ?