Captive || Michael Clifford FanFic

Chapter 17 || In The End

(Autumn's POV)

"MICHAEL!!! MICHAEL HELP ME!" I screamed out, kicking at Tony as he tried to slide in between my thighs. My eyes flickered towards Michael's lifeless body and I knew I had to do something to stop this.
"Please... Don't hurt him, I'll do whatever you want" I whispered in to Tony's ear, hoping he'd let go of my wrists. A smile spread across his face as he pulled me up towards him, forcing his lips on to mine. He tasted of alcohol and cigarettes, it was nauseating. As his tongue slipped inside of my mouth I took my chance and sunk my teeth in to it, biting down as hard as I possibly could. Blood leaked into my mouth but I didn't let go, even as he wrapped his hands around my neck. I knew I had to carry on and cause enough damage for me to be able to fight him off. My teeth dug into his tongue, further and further and eventually I set him free, smacking my foot against his crotch and scrambling to my feet.
"Don't come any closer, Autumn. I'll fucking kill him" Peter threatened, pressing the cold metal of his pocket knife against Michael's neck. I knew if I really wanted to I could run out of this basement and get out of the house in time to call out for help. I could leave Michael behind and be free... After everything he had done I wouldn't exactly be out of order but I couldn't go through with it. I pictured our first night together in the cabin, how I had woke up in his arms and it had felt right. I remembered him turning up at my house the night of my pool party, brimming with jealousy and wanting me all to himself. I thought about the way he tasted when our tongues collided, the smell of his aftershave, the touch of his skin against mine and I couldn't do it. No matter how hard I tried to deny it or how angry I had been at him, I loved him with every last piece of my heart and soul.

"Peter, you don't need to do that. You only need me to get your money... Let Michael go and I will get on the phone to my dad. He'll give you whatever you want if he hears my voice, I promise."

"As much as I would love to do that, it's not gonna happen sweetheart. I know he'll go straight to the police and I can't fucking risk it". Peter dragged Michael along the floor and pushed him into the corner, he strapped duct tape around his wrists and kept his eyes on me the whole time. Tony was writhing in agony in the corner, trying his best to get his words out. Blood had splattered all over the floor but he was fixated on getting to me; I could see it in his cold, dark eyes.
Surprisingly enough before Tony could grab on to my ankle, Peter stepped in front of me and kicked him away.
"Not yet, Tony. We need her but don't worry, you can have your revenge". It came as a shock when Peter's fist crunched against my face, so much so I lost my balance completely and stumbled backwards, my head colliding with the floor so hard it echoed through the room.

(Michael's POV)

I fought against the pain and the drowsiness, prying my eyes open and regaining my sight. Autumn was lay on the floor, Tony was on top of her, kissing her neck. This time she wasn't fighting back; I watched his hands glide up her body and felt the anger bubbling up inside of me. My hands felt as though they had been glued together and when I cast my eyes down I realised that they had been taped together. My dad was over the other side of the room, watching and smirking to himself; pleasured by my pain and disgust.
"Get off her" I snapped, using all the strength I could muster to try and pry my hands apart. "If I get out of here I will kill you"
"There's the Clifford temper" Dad chuckled, getting up to his feet and wandering towards me. Our eyes locked on one another; I had never hated anyone as much in my life. All the anger for what he had done to mum, all the anger for the way he had treated me and all the anger for what he was doing to my Autumn boiled over. I jumped up to my feet, swinging both hands at my dad's face and managing to catch him on the nose, busting it immediately and drawing blood. As he staggered backwards I lunged at his pocket and made an attempt to grab the pocket knife. I wasn't even sure how it happened but it ended up in my hands and I cut away at the tape, throwing a kick at Peter's knee and forcing him back again. Once I was free my mind went in to over time, I knew I had to get rid of my dad but I didn't want to leave Tony on top of Autumn for any longer.
I found myself gripping onto Tony's shirt and throwing him across the room; seeing his pants unzipped made me want to physically throw up... If I had left it any longer... I couldn't even think about that right now, my dad was storming over to me so I stamped on top of Tony's crotch and turned my attention back to him, waving the knife around.
"Stay away from me" I ordered, my eyes narrowed into his. Dad sniggered to himself, he had never been afraid of me and it wasn't going to change now. I had been his doormat for far too long.
"I mean it. I'll fucking kill you! This has gone too far now."
"Okay Mikey boy, you have 3 options. 1. You kill me, save the girl and spend the rest of yer life in jail. 2. You try to kill me, fail miserably. I kill your girl and then you OR 3. You put the fuckin' knife down and start listenin' to what I'm telling ya but I mean it boy, this is your last chance".
It went eerily silent for a moment; Tony was cradling himself on the ground, Autumn was still unconscious and dad was glaring at me, awaiting an answer. If it meant Autumn was safe then my only option would be to kill him. Even if that meant spending the rest of my life in jail.

"Well?" Dad urged, holding out his hands; expecting me to give in to him just like I always did.

"You forgot option 4" Autumn's voice piped up from behind me, she gripped onto my arm to regain her balance.

"And what's that?" Peter grinned, intrigued by this girls strength. I gave her arm a gentle squeeze just to let her know I'd be with her every step of the way. Without warning Autumn snatched the pocket knife out of my hand and dived towards my dad.

"I kill you and claim self defence!" She yelled, thrusting the knife towards him and slicing at the skin on his arm as he tried to shield himself from the attack. I'm not really sure what happened next; everything flashed before my eyes too fast for me to process anything but once I realised my dad now had the knife I only had one option. Feeling the smooth, cold metal penetrate my skin wasn't as painful as I expected. The warmth of my own blood oozed out around the wound and I watched my dad stumble backwards, actually upset by what had happened. Everything felt so numb; my whole body frozen to the spot as I watched my dad and Tony scramble out of the room, leaving me alone with Autumn. She was hysterical, crouching down beside me, pleading with me to stay. The darkness was coming closer; I could sense it but I tried my best to concentrate on her face. I stared in to her big blue eyes, brimming with tears and tried to remember the first time I had looked in to them. Her voice echoed through my ears, calming me down as my whole body began to convulse as I went into shock. I was getting weaker, I couldn't see Autumn's face anymore.

"Michael, please don't leave me. I love you"