My bad girl, her player

Chapter 18

Megan's pov

I didnt even have to think about it as I made my way to the bar I had attended with my father as a child. I let the door swing open and I was unsurprised to see that he was the only one there/ I looksed around and saw that the bar had fallenm into ruins and disrepair, he knew I wold find him, he knew where this was all going to end. Here. Now. This was the end of the beginning. Back where it had all started.

"I knew you'd come." He told me, not even glancing over his shoulder.

"Then you know why I'm here." I replied, no emotion in my voice. Everything he had caused me to feel had all build up until this moment. I pulled out hte hand gun, pulling back the trigger and placing it on teh table. "Do it, you know fine well you deserve it, you bastard." I snapped.

He smiled  at me. "I'm proud of you chica." He said, picking up the gun.

"The choice is yours, end it yourself, on your own terms, or I end it and everyone knows what a slime ball you were." I ordered him.

"I have done well in raising you." He said.

"Three, two..."I began, but at the last moment I was hurtling across the room. My father was on his feel and he was beyond furious.

"But you need to remember, that I did raise you, and you will never beat me." He snarled.

"We'll see." I snapped and it was on.

I swung for him, and when his hands came up to protect his face, I used it to my advantage to duck underneath him and I felt my fingers wrap securely around the handle of the gun.

I raised the gun towards him, telling him again of his choice. But he was beyond reasoning, as he lunged for me, I squeezed my fingers and pulled the trigger.

"One."