Chapter 4

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Wow my father is aiming a gun at me. That's what you expect from a psycho person. Does he even have the licence for the gun? He must have stolen it from someone.

I take a hesitant step back. I don't know what to do. He moves a step ahead keeping the gun steady in his hand. Is he trained? How can that be possible, he is drunk right now but has a steady hand on gun. Crazy!!!!!

"Life don't dare turn your back on me. You got to stay here, here with me. You just can't leave like the bitch of your mother, you are just like her, a slut." He screamed in his drunken voice.

"Don't you dare say a single word about my mother, she left because of you and it's your fault." I said taking a few daring steps towards him. The anger in me taking control of my mind.

This time it seems to trigger something in him. He took a step back. The fear in his eyes visible.

The gun in his hand now kept at just an arm's length and aimed at my heart yet I didn't fear cause I have had even worse memories with it but keeping that thought away, I glared at him.

Suddenly the messenger shouted from behind something that was not audible but it was enough of a distraction that Watt got the time to pull the trigger.

I tried to dodge it but the bullet took less time to reach me, getting me on my shoulder.

At first there wasn't anything like nothing happened then my eyes snapped to my shoulder to see a red spot glistening with blood and feeling the blood trickle down.

The pain hit later. A scream escaped my mouth but the adrenaline coursing through me put me in motion. Without even thinking about the consequences I followed the adrenaline rush.

Within seconds I had my hand around Watt neck and the other one jabbed his ribs. Then punching his face.  Loosening my grip on his neck I gave him a heavy blow to his head.

He staggered backwards but didn't loose his balance. The messenger was still standing there, his expressions invisible but definitely a shocked look.

Watt lunged at me taking leverage of my wounded shoulder. My shoulder was burning yet it effected me less. Trying to pry him away from me I kicked him in his stomach making him loose his balance and falling but what I didn't see coming was him falling on a roadside spiked stoned.

His scream collapsed into a deadly silence. I stood there in shock. I slowly reached for his body, afraid that my doubts will become reality.

I slowly turned his body over to see a long gash on his forehead, a lot of blood gushing out of it.

Then I heard footsteps, I had completely forgotten of the messenger standing at the end of the road witnessing the whole thing.

He slowly reached for me, grabbed my uninjured shoulder and pull me to stand.

I was speechless. I just killed my father though I wanted to kill him long ago. Yet the feeling was worst than I thought it would be. I felt empty cause the anger in me had nullified the guilt. But it felt so empty.

The adrenaline slowly leaving my system. The pounding in my shoulder and my head are showing its effect, black dots invaded my vision but didn't leave even after trying.

The messenger just hold me and inspected me of any further injuries.

"You'll be fine." He said but it felt like his voice was coming from far away and just like that everything started to fade into darkness but before that only one thought came ' I just killed my psychotic father '

I found the messenger's eyes filled with worry, the worry and concern no one showed me for the past 6 years. I feeling contentment settled in me. The darkness consuming me. Well I think I finally can be free from everything, I finally got the chance to escape the life I hated the most.

That's what I thought before

Author's Note

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