CODE RED (Book 1)

The Man From The Nightmare

The Man From The Nightmare-64

My mind told me that I had to be dreaming or rather I was in yet another nightmare. But my conscience told me that this was all real to my horror.

There was no running away or waking up. This was reality and it was happening right in front of my eyes.

My father continued to smirk down at me before his cold fingers wrapped around my neck and squeezed to the point where I was struggling to inhale breath through my nose and throat.

I was still weak from waking up from my unconscious state and I wasn't surprised when my hands came onto his wrist and tugged only slightly because my strength hadn't been all the way restored yet.

I struggled against him, closing my eyes and clenching my jaw, forcing myself to pull harder. But he was just too strong for me.

I couldn't scream the only noise that came out of me were struggled gasps. I held tighter to his wrist as my eyes began to water.

"Get the hell off him!" Yelled a voice before my dad's hands were forced off of me and there was a loud thud sounding as if a body had hit the floor.

I inhaled air sharply through my mouth before coughing harshly. My throat still hurt from his tight grip and I knew I had to of had finger marks along my neck. But that didn't matter to me now, I was just glad that I could breathe.

I opened my eyes to see Alex reaching for me quickly trying to get me up and out of the front door that was still open. But before I could move my father slammed the door right in front of us and held a gun pointed at the both of us.

We both stopped moving immediately.

Fear lodged in my chest. My mind screamed to me over and over, we're going to die, we're going to die, we're going to die!

My heart beat pulsed in my ears as I breathed steadily through my nose to try and keep calm, even though a gun was pointing right in my face by the very man that abused me and who wasn't afraid to hurt me.

Alex glared at my father before positioning his body in front of mine and I grabbed his shoulder quickly." Alex, no, what are you doing," I whispered firmly panic edged into my voice.

He didn't answer me just stayed blocking the gun with his own body staring dead in my fathers eyes.

"I bet he doesn't even have that thing loaded," Alex said boldly.

My eyebrows creased together at his braveness. I would've never thought to say anything like that unless I had a God damn death wish.

What was he doing? Was he trying to get us killed?

My dad scoffed before pointing it at us and pulled the trigger. He didn't even dare pause to think about his actions he just did it without a care.

My heart slammed against my rib cage at the loud bang it made.

But Alex didn't budge in front of me. He stayed still and was still staring at my dad.

"You believe it now," He asked confidently.

I slowly looked to the floor and saw a hole where the bullet had entered. I sighed in relief that it hadn't hit Alex even though it came close to doing so.

I brought my eyes back up and glared at the man in front of us suddenly feeling angry." What the hell do you think you're doing here!? You're not welcomed so just leave!"

I was going to be damned if I was going to let today be my death day without a fight. I had suffered too much and I wasn't going to go out like it. I had to get Alex and the rest of the people I cared about out of here and as crazy as it sounded I didn't care. We needed to fucking live.