REFLECTIONS (A Tate Langdon Fan Fic)

Chapter 26

~~LEAH

I spent the few minutes pacing up and down my room trying to figure a way to explain the truth to my father. It was any moment he would rush up the stairs gun and hoe waiting to shoot Tate dead in his chest to say he was protecting me when it was bullshit.

        "What are we going to do Leah?" Tate asked with his hands rubbing the temples of his forehead and I had no ideas. I grabbed my journal from my bedside table and knew I had to write the last entry on the last page of the journal. 'Tonight will be the night to remember, the decision whether to run away or stay. Everything was destined to happen in this place. Whether I join Tate in eternal love or to lose him forever including myself? I guess we'll find out soon.'  I took my journal into my hands opened the drawer and placed it inside shutting it forever.

        "Just let me do the talking, Tate. You just be your cocky dark self until I come up with a better idea." I answered when I could hear the loud pounding against the steps heading our way. I felt myself swallow sharply when my father forced my bedroom door open holding the handgun in his hands pointing it at Tate's chest.

        "Hands up scumbag, move away from my daughter." He hissed where I pretend to look confused as Tate obeyed my father. "Leah did you know that your new boyfriend is a murderer?"

        "You think that matters? I love her." Tate replied where I saw my father starting to get a little trigger happy.

        "The cops are on their way buddy, you'll pay for your crimes." My father exclaimed where Tate started to laugh maniacally like a psychopath.

        "You think they are going to be able to arrest me? Are you losing it Mr. Hale? I got away with murder before what makes you so sure I can't disappear again? You're an idiot." Tate laughed where my father got nervous firing the gun at Tate. I held my hand up stopping the bullet before it touched Tate's chest and my father was completely baffled. He fired repeatedly the bullets freezing in midair until the gun was out of ammo stopping him from firing the gun. He saw my hand was up and my eyes focused on the bullets stopping them where they were.

        "So it was you? The lights? The tires? Everything?" my father exclaimed where I gave him a smirk angering to his questions.

        "Tate is right you are an idiot." I smiled walking over taking Tate's hand with my other hand keeping my eyes still focus on the bullets.

        "You would choose a murderer over your own father? That boy is a monster?" he asked where I chuckled shaking my head ominously.

        "We are all monsters father, including you. For years I've been struggling with this fire inside of me for years, struggling to fight it deep below the surface. I'm so fucking tired of fighting it down and when I met Tate he ignited a fire inside me that I love. I'm so fucking tired of you too." I explained where my father began to struggle to move his feet because I telekinetically pinned him there.

        "The cops will be here soon to take lover boy here away. I'll deal with you afterwards." He replied when Tate started to laugh again manically before looking at me with his smiles.

        "I guess he didn't read the full article huh?" Tate exclaimed where I could see my father look confused now.

        "What are you talking about?" my father asked where I grabbed the small knife from my dresser turning to face Tate who prepared himself from the blade. I slammed it against his chest where my father looked shocked. I pulled the blade out where Tate stayed standing before looking at my father.

        "I guess you missed the part of the article when it says, I am dead." He laughed where her father was stunned where I heard the police sirens coming our way.

        "The cops will be here soon and they will find you crazy. They will also arrest you." I smiled where I could notice something was off with Tate now and my father looked even more puzzled. I pushed Tate to the side where the bullets were now aligned with my chest and now Tate looked concerned. The cops arrived at the house where I turned to look at my father smiling evilly.

        "Have a nice life in prison dad." I smiled releasing the bullets from the telekinetic field and the bullets penetrate my body. I gasped in pain where I fell to the floor when Tate rushed over to my side and my father stayed stuck.

        "Lea....h? Please stay with me." He begged where I gasped choking on the blood in my throat. I looked at him struggling to smile when I heard the cops at the door downstairs trying to break it down.

        "You...better....vanish before they come." I choked where his tears streamed down his cheeks touching mine with his hands. He pressed his lips against mine, my blood making the kiss sweeter than normally. I could feel his skin become transparent until he was gone from the room and in ghostly form. The cops ran up the stairs where my father held the gun still up at me where I left him. "I...love you Tate..." I whispered when the cops tackled my father to the floor. I choked where the cop was trying to keep me conscious while I watched Tate cry from behind him. I watched him until I felt my body slip away and I felt my head turn like it was weightless. My felt my breaths escape and my heart slow beneath it all, until it stopped completely. I died, my father killed me and I died in the exact same place where the boy I loved died before me. We will be forever bound by this place and I felt myself disappear from the world forever.