Now That You Know Us

Tyrant

Gabe's P.O.V.

As I saw him fly away I saw something else that also caught my attention. It was a car pulling into my driveway. It stopped and the porch light came on. I immediately knew who it was...

It was my dad.

I saw him get out of the car and start into the house desperately pissed. Then I looked back to where I had last seen Hunter in the sky flying away. He had stopped... I guess he had seen my father too.

I didn't have to put on my glasses to know that Hunter was looking directly at me, and with a look of enragement. I mouthed the words "don't do anything" to him, but I know he didn't see. Here we fucking go.

I looked at my door and prayed that my father not come upstairs to see me in what I was wearing. Not to mention the cuts on my arm. I heard stuff being flung around and being broken downstairs. I heard some glass flower pots break and some vases too. The sounds kept getting progressively closer to my room. I could feel terror filling my veins.

I looked back to the window in hopes that Hunter had left, but he was instead right outside of my window, knocking and telling me to open the window. I shook my head no and went to go lock it but I was suddenly stopped in my tracks. I tried to move but I couldn't. I was frozen in place. I looked at Hunter and he mouthed the words "I'm sorry" to me and smashed the window open.

"OH SO YOU'RE BREAKING SHIT I HEAR HUH BUD???!! WATCH WHEN I GET IN THERE! GET READY FOR ANOTHER ROUND." screamed my dad through my closed door. I'm so scared I don't know what the fuck to do.

I was about to start screaming when Hunter covered my mouth and unparalyzed me, bringing me to my bed and laying me down, putting the covers over me, cleaning my room and ridding it of the masses of blood and razor blades in the bathroom, concealing my arm and sitting down on my bed faster than I could even see.

"Do you trust me Gabe?" he asked before my dad burst into the room.

"You? I know you. You're the faggot who came onto my shit of a son aren't you?" he said very emphasized on the SHIT part.

"Uh... Yea. What's it to you?" Hunter said trying to sound tough. I know he was just trying to impress me, but it didn't. It was corny as shit. In fact, I giggled at how nervously he said it. But then my dad noticed that I was laughing, and he didn't look amused... at all.

"Is something funny my little slave?" he said with a toothy grin. It was creepy and I got chills.

"N-n-no s-sir... Nothings f-funny." I said, stuttering almost every syllable.

"THATS NOT MY NAME!!! WHATS MY NAME?!"

"Uh.... Uh.... I can't..." I said, scared of how he was gonna react.

"What did you say to me...?" he exclaimed, walking toward me in anger.

"I'm sorry... please don't hurt me anymore... pleaseeee!!" I started to cry.

"Yo bitch." yelled Hunter to my dad. He had the same look in his eyes that he did in class that day.

"What did you just call me little prick? Now I'm gonna beat your ass too." he said, forgetting my existence and walking toward Hunter with a malicious smirk on his face.

"Try..." he said.

"Oh I will alright." Hunter was about to do something to my dad when all of a sudden his face went pale. His eyes drained of colour too.

I immediately got out of my bed and ran over to Hunter to see what happened. When I got close enough to see what had happened I almost broke down. My dad.... My dad had stabbed Hunter. He... stabbed him... and he wasn't moving...