Bloodlust [Book One] ✔️

Chapter 10

I tried to run to Kyle but Don had me held by the waist. The few men around moved to get Kyle back on the island. His blood smeared the white tiles and only made me freak out more. Kyle only groaned and cursed out in pain. I didn't know what had happened but I was afraid for his life. It was all coming back to me again, but I had to push it back.

"Daddy, where's mamma?" I asked.

"Chloe, go to your room."

A lot of broken things were on the ground and daddy had bloody hands. Blood everywhere. Where was momma?

"I want my mommy." I cried out.

She hadn't come home. Why wasn't she home? Daddy was scary. I just wanted my mommy.

Everyone that helped place Kyle on the island just backed away and continued to stare at him. My dad had his eyes on me and he looked angry.

"Chloe, go to your room." He ordered.

"What?" I looked at him confused. "Someone call an ambulance! Why is everyone just standing there?!" I shouted.

"I need you to calm down and listen to me." Dad said. "Go to your room and close the door."

Kyle groaned again and I started fighting against Don. I had to get help for Kyle and do something-anything! Blood was dripping off the marble countertop. I realized then that he had more gashes on his body than just the ones in his back. I could see in his shoulder that there was a deep wound.

"Someone call for help!" I snapped. "Don, let go of me! Why won't anyone help?!"

"Chloe." Dad warned.

"He's hurt!"

Dad looked at Kyle but he didn't seem concern about it. This only made me panic even more. Did he think Kyle was going to die before help arrived? No. That couldn't happen.

"I'm afraid we can't do that." Dad said.

"He's bleeding to death." I cried. "He needs help!"

"Absolutely not!" He shouted over me. "Get out. All of you get out and go find that bastard."

Don was still holding me but his arms left me. I rushed to the get the new phone he bought to replace the one I broke but my dad got to it before I could. He grabbed the wireless phone and smashed it to the floor just like I had done to the old one. I stood paralyzed looking at my dad wide eyed.

"I told you that you can't call anyone for help."

"Dad, he's badly injured." I insisted.

"You'll have to trust me, Chloe. I want you to go upstairs and get ready for school. Don will take you."

"But-"

"I said go upstairs and get ready for school." He said, his voice low and threatening. "Just do what I say."