Trapped Within

Finding out

I fired my gun. It was a cold gloomy night as I practised my aim in the environment of a gun range. I was at peace for once in my life. Shooting guns was one way I stayed sane. I think the reason why it kept me sane from this mad world was because it was the only thing my mother and I could do together. But that was before that night happened.
Since the night my mother took her very own miserable life when I was 15. Everything changed. Life was hella confusing mainly because my father works in a unknown organization and won't tell anybody what shady business he does late late at night. Lucas, my father, always was gone. I never knew what Lucas did until one day when he marched into the house.... It was that day where i found out my meaning in life.
The door slammed open with great force. My 16 year old self jumped up in fear. He was home. Half drunk out of his mind. Like usual. Usually when one is drunk they say the silliest of things. Thing is people say it brings the utter truth from the person.  But that is the case for Lucas. He is painfully truthful only thing different would be that he was even more serious about what he says. I tilted my head up in fear...
"What d-d-do you w-want Father?" I stuttered in fear. For he is the devil in disguise. You never know what he will do. That is one reason why Lucille took her life; the coward's way out. I personally think that only bloody idiots do that.
"Well Clarissa. I want you to know that.... Oh wait where is that problem of a child?" he asked in disgust. Just that tone was hair raising. One thing for sure. Do not EVER get under his skin. You will pay. This is why my father always talked shit about his own blood. I guess I will never know why he hated us so much... 
"You mean Jadon? Well you see he is currently gone for the moment." I spoke in the most confident voice I ever had. I had gained some courage in front of my father. The last person who did that was never seen again. Like literally never seen again. I think my fucking son of a bitch of a father killed him on the spot.
"Ya ya. Sure Jadon. Well back to what I was saying before you interrupted me so rudely," Lucas responded in a harsh tone.
I was not rude. Well I hope not...
"You, my disappointment of a daughter, are going to be in my gang. The Hells Angels." He said calmly. As he blew out a cloud of smoke. Lucas was known for his smoking he always had a cigarette casually lit. It's actually bloody insane that one can smoke while saying the harshest thing to his own blood line. Then again he wasn't a normal dad. He was worse. Even the devil trembled at the presence of him.

Author Note: Hey thanks for reading this part... I'm new on this app and i love writing stories in my spare time. This is a story i wrote this year. There is way more coming... sorry if the swearing offends young people on this app 🔥🖤