Fight Me

Chapter 11

        Run.

        That's what I know how to do, it's what I do best, and hiding comes in a close second.

        I hate having to do what I'm doing, but I love Elliot and I feel...... something, something torwards Clayton and I just can't let them hurt them.

        I had to drug Tris and drag her to her house in order to let her let me do this.

        I drove up the dark garage and made my way up to the large dark glass building. I slammed my door and pulled my gun out of it's holster and shot the glass door, letting the pieces spray inward and crash to the floor in a million pieces.

        I needed to make an enterance.

        I stepped in the room, hearing the glass crunch under my heels and I ducked under a hanging of the decayed ceiling when I heard a laugh.

        "Little J, how nice of you to come home."

        I turned to face the tall muscular man that stood in front of me.

        "Hello father."

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Clayton's POV

        I slammed my fists on the table in frustration, I didn't even know where to start.

        I heard the door open and ignored it, it's probably on of the members coming to tell me they failed to find her.

        "Hey Clayton get over here!" I heard Austin call and I walked to the living room.

        I saw him standing there, steadying a swaying Tris.

        "What happened?" I asked as I rushed to her aid.

        "J-Jessica." she said woozily.

        "She-she went to meet him." she told us and I frowned.

        "Who's him?" I pried.

        "The one who's trying to kill you." she spat out.

        I took a step back. "What do you mean-" I tried to say but she just pointed to the book shelf.

        "Third shelf second book in from the right." she ordered and I hesitantly took out the dusty book.

        "Look inside." was all she said and I flipped it open then looked and threw it on the ground.

        A listening device.

        "Who!" I demanded her.

        "Somebody way more powerful than you." she said and I narrowed my eyes at her.

        "What happened to you." I said, switching subjects.

        "Jessica drugged me." she answered, taking me by suprise.

        "What do you-" I began but she, yet again cut me off.

        "So I wouldn't follow her." she answered and I narrowed my eyes."She didn't think that I would come here."

        I took a seat next to her and looked into her eyes. "Why did she drug you, why didn't she want you to go?" I grilled her and she shook her head laughing.

        "She thinks it's too dangerous for anybody else she, she thinks that I'll die." She replied and I widened my eyes.

        "Who is she dealing with?" I asked seriously.

        "Her dad."

Jessica's POV

        I sneered at him. "This isn't my home and you aren't my father."

        He laughed his sickly, evil laugh. "Awe hun, you still mad I killed mommy."

        I glared at him. " She was my mom, she was your wife."

        "She was a slut, a disgrace. You should be glad I killed her." he spat and I took a step forward.

        "She is stronger than you will ever be you bastard!" I screamed and punched him across his face.

        He looked down at me with hatred burning in his green eyes.

        "Do not disrespect me!" he boomed and grabbed my arm.

        "I am your father, and you should respect me or I will kill you too!" he yelled and smacked me across the face.

        I looked up at him and sneered. "You are no father of mine."

        I twisted my arm out of his grasp and kneed him in the, well, you know. When he fell to the ground I round kicked his face and he fell to the ground just as his little goons grabbed me.

        "Your going to regret that." he said in a deadly tone and I laughed.

        "I'll never regret it."

        "Oh trust me, you will. Bring her to the room."