Behind the Screen // G.D

Chapter 9

Book 2, Chapter 9: Behind the Camera

You never really know just what will happen.

You can come up with and say you have a plan, but for me it never goes the way I ever intend it to.

"Dad, where are we gonna go?" I asked frantically.

He sighed, "We need to lay low for a while. I can't even begin to think about what they would do if they found out I helped you."

I felt useless and completely terrified.

But I also felt like I had just committed a crime or something.. Like evrything that happened was my fault.

Everything was happening so fast.

We walked further into the dark, as the van eventually faded from our view.

"Wait—" I stopped, "— What about Grayson?"

He looked at me confused, "...Grayson?"

"My... fiancé." I smiled after hearing myself say those words.

My smile faded and I sighed angrily, "I can't believe this is happening. Those people just left him there alone."

My head began throbbing.

I placed my hand on the cut on my head, unintentionally and winced.

I didn't even care that I was hurt, I just really hoped he was okay.

As soon as something is good, it gets ripped out from underneath of me.

Maybe I just attract the bad in life.

Or maybe I am the bad, and I'm just fooling myself into thinking I could actually have something good in my life for once.

"Okay," he agreed even though he acted like it was a horrible idea, "Just to make sure he is okay. Then we have to leave."

"What if he's not?"

"I—I..." He shook his head, not knowing what to say, "We have other things to worry about."

He turned around and started walking again.

"You don't understand." I shook my head.

But I guess he never really did understand, did he.

He would always come home and just act like my mom and I were from a completely different world. He saw us, but he didn't really see us... If that makes sense.

I pushed the hair out of my eyes and looked down at the ground.

I noticed that there was a shard of glass sticking out of my calf.

I hadn't even realized that I couldn't feel my entire left leg.

My dad continued walking in front of me, not knowing I was still standing there.

I stood there frozen, like I had forgotten how to move my feet.

"Dad.." I managed to mumble, "I can't."

"Allison, come on." He didn't turn back, he kept walking ahead, "We need to go."

"I can't!" I yelled, but still kept my voice down.

He turned around and his eyes immediately went straight to my leg.

His face turned pale.

The look he gave me reminded me of when he would come home drunk and act like a mad man.

But somehow that look was just slightly different than the many times I had seen it before.

Maybe he had really changed.

Even though I told him I forgave him, it's still hard to let go of the past... ya know?

I guess it's true... You can forgive, but you'll never really forget. No matter how hard you try.

But he's my dad... I mean what can I do? Hate him again? I spent long enough doing that already.

He walked back over to me, and bent down closer to my leg.

He took off his jacket and tied it around my calf, as tight as he could.

"Can you walk now?"

I tried to move my leg, but it was like it was no longer under my control.

I shook my head as I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

God... Please let Grayson be okay.

A million thoughts flooded my mind, but the only one I cared enough about was making sure he was okay.

The thought of him being alone out there not knowing where I went... It terrified me.

Maybe just maybe he was okay and he was safe now, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen.