OLIVER POV-
I'll say, standing at Gunpoint wasn't how I expected to meet Brittany today. What was his problem? I don't think I said anything wrong.. Now he was threatening my life with a Pistol?
" Dad! What are you doing? "Brittany yelled flailing her arms in the air and standing before me.
" I'm doing what's best for me and for you. You'll never have a normal life if he's around."
He gritted his teeth together, I stood silent. My eyes digging into his just to see if I could find any humanity left in old Mr.Adams. I found nothing but evil, and sadness.
" I will never have a normal life! Not going to Guam or Mexico or whatever country you have planned in that devious brain! Not with my mother dead and me planning on killing her murderer! Not with you alive..." She bit her tounge from saying any other hurtful thing that would probably have me clipped against the wall with a bullet in my chest.
He looked away from her, the gun still pointed in my direction.
" Dad, please don't do this..Please."
He shut his eyes for a second and when he opened them he looked as if he was in remorse. Sad and beaten, tiresome and trying to fight himself from pulling the trigger.
" I can't.. I have to keep you safe." He straightened up.
" Mom wouldn't this." Brittany cried.
He looked at her, as if she slapped him with the coldest water on earth.
He looked down at his gun and then slowly settled it by his side.
" She wouldn't.. Wouldn't she? " His eyes full of sorrow.
" Yes, She loves Oliver."
Brittany stated. I sighed releived I may live another day, sing on another stage, continue to tour, but above all I'd see Brittany again.
" I'll spare your life one time Sykes.. but me and Brittany are leaving right after the happening. And you are to never talk to her or meet her ever again! Or I'll have a bullet between your eyes." He dragged Brittany away from the stores and they dissapeared into an alley where I stood cold, still and shocked.
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Can You Feel My Heart (Oliver Sykes Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction"Please, don't go!!" I screamed. Hot sweat beaded down my forehead trickling down the side of my neck. I could no longer bear it, the emptiness of the hole that purged in my chest. "Oh Oli.." I whispered into the night. Shoving my pillow to the en...