Stolen

Truths //chapter 9

"What are you guys doing here?!" My dad's voice boomed.

"Dad, put the gun down." I calmly say with my shaky voice.

"Let me repeat, what in the hell are you doing here. I gave you strict instructions to never let her come back here." He moved the pistol towards me.

"Sir, we just came for clothes. Now please point the gun away from your daughter."

I was stiff. I would never expect to have a gun pointed at me ever, let alone by my own father.

"Why? Don't think I will do it?" He clamped his finger on the trigger, "Now listen to me, I don't give a shit who you are. I pay you to keep her away from here."

"She is your own daughter. Why would you do that? Now come on put the gun down so we can calmly talk." Jason says.

"I'm not even sure if she is mine. So who cares." I felt my stomach drop and tears start to roll, "So why would I care if she was here or not." My dad stated.

"Then why do you want to keep her away from Jade? If she means nothing to you, then why did you lie her entire life? Obviously you do care." Jason said.

My dad turned his head, slowly debating on pulling the trigger of not. I then hear a gunshot, but I'm fine. I turn to Jason who has a gun in his hands. I turn back to my dad to see him holding his arm as the gun is on the floor.

"Dad!" I yell and try to run towards him, but Jason grabs my arm and jerks me back.

"Come on." He pulls me through the window, "we need to leave."

"You shot him!" I take my arm back, "You could have killed him!" I bang my hands on his chest.

He pulls me into a hug, making sure I can't hit him anymore, "Zoe, he was going to kill you, we need to go." He repeats and grabs the duffle bags and my hand and jumps off the roof, forcing me to jump too.

"You don't know that." I sob, "He could have faked it." I say as Jason pulls me to his car.

"Zoe, you can't fake with a gun." Jason opened the car door for me and pushed me in. He then opened the back seat and threw the bags in the back. Then he ran to the driver side and started the car.

"Well you still didn't have to shoot him!" I yelled in anger.

We spead off from my house, "I did what I had to do to protect you!" He yelled back, "Why are you caring for him so much anyways? You heard him right? He said he didn't care for you and that he wasn't sure if you were actually his daughter! Zoe, I thought you would understand by now."

"Understand what by now!? Nobody has given me shit to understand!" I yell back.

"He wants to get rid of you. He doesn't care for you at all and just wanted you dead so he didn't have to deal with you." He said sternly, "He never wanted you."

I felt my entire body go numb, "You're lying!" I yelled, "He would never think that. Why would he keep me for 16 years then?"

"I know this is hard for you, but it's true and I can prove it." He pulls out his phone and hands it to me. It's a voice mail, "Press play." He says.

"Hey Jason, I need you to do a favor for me. I was looking for someone to get my daughter away from me. I was hoping by now that she would have a boyfriend or have gotten mad at me and moved out on her own, but neither of that has happened. You see I never wanted her in the first place because I wasn't sure if she was my daughter or not. I stole her from her mother and ran cause her mother wanted her to live. From the moment that she told me she was pregnant I wanted her to abort the baby, but she wouldn't. I would constantly beg for her to, but she refused. I wasn't ready to be a father, exspecially since I didn't think it was mine. When I stole her, the next day I got her DNA tested and I found out she was mine with a low percentage. So I decided I would kill her myself, but never got around to do it. I could never forgive myself to kill a cute baby girl. Every day I would contemplate on killing her or not, but of course she grew and kept on getting cuter. Then I met Leia and married her and had a child that I knew was mine. Zoe always asked where her mom was and I didn't know what to tell her I just made up a lie saying that she died giving birth. Jason, I need your help getting rid of her for me. Kill her, or something. I will pay you. I don't care, just get her away from me by next month before I finally decided to do the job myself." He phone beeped notifying the voicemail has ended.

Jason grabbed his phone out of my hands and put it in the cup holder next to him, "Do you understand now?"

I didn't say anything, I just sat there broken and numb, was he thinking about killing me? No, I don't believe Jason would do that. Or would he? I feel like I can't trust anyone.

The car was silent all the way home. As soon as we got home I left Jason alone to bring the clothes inside and ran in the house. I ran up the stairs and into my room that I forgot that was trashed. I paused a moment and looked around to fully grasp the feeling of the room. I replayed the entire couple days in my head...

"Zoe!" Jason screamed breaking open my door.

"I can't stand to see you hurt." Jason stared to tear up.

"I'm not ever sure if she is mine, so who cares." My dad said.

"Zoe?" Jason touched my shoulder.

I just ignored him as tears started to roll down my face as I look around the room more...

"Kill her or something, I will pay you."

"Zoe..." Jason turns me around.

"Don't touch me!" I yell.

Jason looked at me speechless, "Zoe, please."

"You were going to kill me soon, weren't you?" I scoffed with tears pouring.

"What?!? No?! Zo-"

"My Dad paid you to kill me, so why don't you do it already if your going to do it!" I yelled.

Jason forced me into a hug. I tried to push away but he was too strong so I just gave up and sobbed into his chest, "Shhh." He said, "It's okay, it will all be okay." He put his hands through my hair.

"I can't trust anyone." I mumbled, "Not even you."

"Shh, just don't talk." He started to draw circles on my back to calm me down, "Listen, I could never ever kill you, let alone hurt you. I'm doing all of this to protect you. Zoe, I've never said this to anyone, but I think I love you..."