Help...

Part 5

Whimpering Hope cowered back against the wall attempting to rise to her feet. Watching her pitifully try and rise up, he snatches the back of her neck, using it as support as he painfully lands punch after punch to the terrifyingly pale body. Sticky red liquid painted his fist, splintering on his face. He watched satisfied with his work as the body in his arms go limp. The scene was on replay in his head. She screamed out in pain, and begged him to stop only encouraging him to continue. His mind caught in turmoil, arguing over right and wrong. Was it possible to be disgusted, yet satisfied with yourself at the same time? Shrugging his thoughts off, he continued with his wretched plans. The plans to find his son, and make sure he knows never to gets away again. 

..............................End of Fathers P.O.V..............................................................................................

I awoke to an empty house. "Why didn't I fight back?" Images flashing in my mind reminding me just how pathetic I really am. Attempting to sit up, I'm stopped by a sharp pain jolting through my body. Debating whether the pain was worth it, I begrudgingly sat up in spite of the horrid pain I was in. I hid Ethan well, so I knew he wouldn't find him even if he searched like hell. I sat in a pool of my own blood, finding it harder and harder to breath. The pain was now coming in waves. At first it was somewhat bearable, but now burning in hell seemed easier than this. Black started to cloud my vision, and my senses started dulling.

Struggling to stay conscious I strain to reach for the window. Dipping my fingers in the pool of blood I reach my arm as far as I can. My fingers swiped across the dusty cracked window facing the neighbors house. Engraving the word "help," in a faint red hoping with all of the faith I could muster that someone, anyone would see my plea. Even while dying Ethan was still my main priority. How sad is that?

Giving into the constant buzzing in the back of my head, dizziness and dark cloud my vision. I don't know how long I had laid there fading in and out of consciousness. I can vaguely remember hearing the banging of a door, and the terrified sobs of a woman. The familiar warmth of arms surrounded my senses and before I knew it I was on a stretcher. Hearing the sirens blaring my eyes had slowly fluttered watching as the mouths of the paramedics moved with no sound coming out. Was this the end of my sad life? This time I welcomed the darkness.

......................................... Time Skip .....................................................................................................

5 years later...  

CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!