Our Wild Spirits

Chapter 12: Get Out Of The House

Fear struck me dumb, my fingers frozen in trepidation and my jaw hanging off the hinges. "Get the hell away from me," I mumbled, shakily dialing 911. Dad snuck the phone away and tossed it over on the floor. Thankfully it's those unbreakable ones. I jumped to the floor, wriggling towards it when Dad ambushed me by throwing his brawny body atop of my petite one and fighting my hands to push the phone further away from my grasp.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?" I shrilled, clawing at him.
The hand whipped me across the face, stinging like a ferocious pinch of a wasp. My cheek burned like hellfire as I punched him straight in the mouth until blood spat at me and he seized at my wrists, projecting me on the sofa.
Crawling backwards on my hands, I beseeched, "How'd you find me?! Why the fuck can't you leave me alone and eat a bag of shit!?" The black Caliber .46 gun was revealed to me, the tip aimed directly at my heart.
"Take off your clothes like a good little girl, so I can fuck you good. Fuck you until you forget about that blue-eyed faggot."
I smiled wickedly.
"So that's the reason why you found me. Only to fuck me? Call me 'sweetie' and 'honey' just like what you did to Momma before she left you? Bad news, Pops: she and God'll punish you for the horrible things you've done in the past," I ranted.
"Emily, God sees all things. He can't erase the past; He can't watch over you and send your angel to protect you. He won't forgive me for any of my sins."
"Don't bring God into this," I said.
"Only in His eyes will He be my savior."
He cocked the gun and held it between his teeth as he tore off my pants.
"You've always had such pretty skin."
"You make me fucking sick, you worthless son of a bitch."
He punched me with the gun and ordered, "Remove the panties," when the soft-spoken voice said, "Forgot my wallet."
Tom stopped in his tracks, jaw dropping as his eyes darkened to the inky blue when anger showed up in them.
He yelled, "YOU SICK ASSHOLE!!" and scampered to my father, swiping the gun out of his hand. In his hand, Tom waved his own gun, indicating me to escape. The tears spout out of my eyes.
"I can't"-
"GO!! RUN, BABY!! CALL POLICE!!! JUST GET OUT!!!"
I clamped both hands over my quavering mouth and stormed out, getting my phone during the way. I slammed the door thunderously loud and let out a long sob, waterfalls pouring out of my eyes.
He's gonna fucking get himself killed for me.
The police sirens wailed in my ears as they screeched to the curb, stepping out of the cars. "The-they-they're i-i-i-in there. My bo-boy-boyfriend saved me," I stuttered. A tall, lean man, named Sergeant Morgan, signaled other officers to hide on both sides of the front door, their guns ready to fire. "Ma'am, just calm down. We'll get him out soon as possible. Tell me his name and yours."
"My name's Emily Smith, his is Tom Jordan. He's about 5'6" with dark hair, beard, and blue eyes." That's when the gunshot echoed from the house and my knees went weak. I shoved the officers away and kicked the door open, running inside the living room. "Jesus Christ," I whispered, gawking at the scenery. Crimson was splattered over the corpse of my father as he laid on the bloody floor, a large hole in his stomach and a gash in his throat. I slowly looked at Tom, who was panting heavily, compressing the wound in his abdomen, bright scarlet gushing out. "Holy shit, no," I mouthed, dropping to Tom's side, petting his hand. His eyes were merely slits, exposing hints of the sapphire irises that were glassy.
"All-all I wanted from you...was to be my wife and have my children," he muttered.
He closed his eyes and passed out, leaving me devastated and filled with the need of yelling at him.
"Tom? Tom? Tom!" I reiterated, shaking him.
"Babe! Babe, please, stop doing this! Fight it for me, please!"
The police stormed towards me when I angrily screamed and they grabbed my arms, half-carrying/dragging me to one of their cars.
"NO! LET GO OF ME!! I HAVE TO SEE HIM! PLEASE!!"
Another officer, Lieutenant Robbins, smoothed back my hair and hushed me.
"It'll be all right, miss. You're safe now, okay? Take deep breaths," he said.
I complied as he opens the door, gesturing me inside.
"We're gonna take him to Mary Washington Hospital, okay? We'd better take you along too 'cause of that big ol' gash on the side of your head ."
Gash? Did he say "gash"?
Leisurely I touched the left temple, sharply wincing when my fingertips felt the warm cut. I brought my fingers back down and saw the red streak.
"Once we get there, can I stay with him?"