I stumbled backwards in a daze, my mind running a million miles an hour, I turned on my heel to slam the door and run, I didn't know where but I knew I had to run.
"I wouldn't do that," one of the men said behind me. I ignored him until I heard the distinct sound of a gun being cocked behind me. I turned agonizingly slow to face my father and his dummies.
"Rain, who was at the door?" Rydel's cheery voice sounds around the corner, she was laughing off a joke Ratliff had made, I wanted her to turn back, I didn't want her to get caught in this but, I couldn't find my voice.
"Rain?" Rydel pressed, My dad out his finger to his mouth in a shushing motion, I nodded.
The men put their guns away and my father opened his mouth.
"Is this the home of the Lynches?" My father asked loudly.
"Y-y- yes," I stammered.
Rydel turned the corner and my father's fake smile turned on like a light, she glanced towards me, she knew.
"I'm Rydel Lynch, how may I help you?" She smiled extending her arm towards him. My stomach turned when he placed her hand to his lips.
"I'm Officer Day," he began, flashing a fake badge. "I'm here on account of a missing person report," he continued. His eyes flickered to me then back to Rydel's face.
"Oh, is that so?" Rydel questioned, straightening up and crossing her arms across her chest.
"Is there anyone else home?" My dad questioned, examining the front foyer.
"Boys!" Rydel called in the direction of the living room. "Can you come here for a minute?"
The boys filed in slowly, Rydel gave them the same look she had given me.
"Hello boys, I'm Officer Day," my dad smiled slyly.
"What do you want?" Riker pressed. "We're pretty busy"
"May we come in?" Dad purred.
"No." Riker snapped firmly.
"Why do you make things so difficult?" My dad sighed.
"Listen I don't want anymore trouble, you left me for dead, just think of me like that," I pressed, standing in front of Rydel, they could hurt me all they want but not them.
"Or," he began, pulling out his gun and placed it right against my forehead. I wasn't scared, he'd done this before. "I could finish the job," he chuckled.
"But where's the fun in that?" He smiled. I was confused until he pointed the gun in Riker's direction and pulled the trigger.
Everything went in slow motion, I turned on my heels, the bullet had slammed into his upper thigh. An agonizing cry escaped his lips as he dropped to the floor. I dropped beside him, applying pressure to the wound.
My dad turned toward Rydel and put his finger on the trigger. Ratliff slammed into Rydel, knocking her out of the way. Dad's henchmen had their guns out now, Ross had tackled my dad to the ground and was getting back up.
The tall brown haired man hit Ross across the back of his head, knocking him out, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed in a lazy heap beside my dad. Rydel was crying under Ratliff's protective shield.
"Now,'' my dad began as he lifted himself up, striding towards me. It took him ages to finally get to me, his firm grip that was all too familiar wrapped around my throat, he pulled me to eye level, my feet dangling as I chocked for air. A sharp pain burned in my torso as he dug a small pocket knife into my abdomen, I shrieked in pain but nothing came out.
"You're dead to me." He dropped me to the floor, kicking Ross's limp body out of the way and left the house.
"God dammit," Ratliff screamed, I laid there, gasping for air, unable to think clearly.
Ross stood up but lost balance and fell towards Rydel.
"Ross!" She yelled.
Ryland was sitting against the wall with his head between his legs, I sat back and stared at the scene in front of me, holding my injured torso.
"Riker, come on buddy, how are you feeling?" Ross cried from across the room.
Riker lifted his head but it fell quickly, his eyes fluttered closed.
"He's losing blood," Rydel urged, I hadn't moved nor did I plan on it anytime soon. Rocky and Ross rushed to him pulling him into their arms, dragging him down the hallway.
Rydel begged me to get up for god knows how long, her voice going hoarse. But I couldn't respond, I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.
"Rain, please, talk to me." Rydel moaned in fear, her shaky hands holding my face.
"He should've killed me."
A/N
january 7 2018.
