No Place for Bad Girls

Psycho Dad

POV~Megan

I scream, and Henry tries to push me to the other side of the bed, but my dad grabs him before either us can move. My dad drags him out of underneath the bed while Henry yells and kicks for him to release him.

"Let me go!" Henry yells through clenched teeth as my dad pulls him up towards him.

Henry tries to kick and scream, but then my dad holds a gun up to his head and Henry stops struggling.

I quickly get out from under the bed, making sure not to show stress. My dad eats up my stress, and it makes him feel even more powerful.

I hold my ground. "Let him go, dad. NOW."

He smirks. "Oh, you think you're in charge now? Well, let me tell you what's going to happen next. You are going to come home with me, never to step foot out of the house again. Then, and only then will I let Henry leave."

I freeze, and so does Henry.

"Don't do it," I hear Henry rasp, but that makes my dad squeeze his throat tighter, pressing the gun farther against his head.

I look from my dad, to Henry, and back again. Even through everything, I can see Henry's desperate eyes pleading to me not to go with my dad.

I turn towards my dad. "You swear you'll let him go, and never bother him again?"

"NO!" Henry croaks.

My dad smirks. "Pinky promise."

I take a deep breath, and nod. My dad cackles lightly.

"You never should trust me."

My eyes go wide as his finger lands on the trigger of the gun. I scream and knock Henry out of the way just as a huge bang erupts, and an excruciating pain shoots into my arm.

POV~Henry

My body is knocked to the floor, a gunshot goes off, and Megan's scream all happens in about 2 seconds flat. Megan is knocked down beside me, groaning and caressing her arm. I immediately get up and crawl over to her.

"Megan, Megan look at me." She turns her head and her eyes flutter open. "It's going to be OK, we're going to be OK. Stay with me."

I grab her good hand and look over to her dad. He's on his hands and knees, probably searching for the gun. Out of the corner of my eye I see the smooth, black gun laying on the bathroom floor.

"I'll be right back, hang tight," I whisper in Megan's ear.

She smiles softly, going in and out of consciousness. I kiss her on the forehead and glance at psycho dad over there. He's facing the opposite way of me, but I know not for long.

I quickly slide over to the bathroom and grab the gun from the floor. I take a deep breath and turn around to face him, pointing the gun in his direction.

"D-don't move," I stutter, taking small steps towards my phone.

With a an evil smirk still on his face, he slowly puts his hands up in defense.

"They won't believe you. After all, you're the one with the gun in hand."

I narrow my eyes at him. "This is why Megan didn't want to call the police on you before! You're a dirty lying rat. That's all you'll ever BE."

Then, I have an idea.

With the gun still pointed at Megan's dad, I pick up Megan bride style and run into the bathroom, throwing the gun out before shutting the door. I lock the door and grab my phone out of my pocket, sitting down with Megan in my lap. Blood is quickly pouring out of her arm, and I know I have to do something. I practically rip the sweatshirt from my body and tie it up around her wound, though I know it won't last long.

I dial 911 on my phone.

"911 what's your emergency?" The operator asks.

I take a deep breath. "My...girlfriend's dad, he's psycho. He threatened to shoot me with a gun, and did end up shooting his daughter in the arm. Apparently my girlfriend has tried to call the police before...but they didn't listen. When you get here he's going to try to lie to you. Please, you have to believe me."

I hear noises from the other end of the phone. "I'm sending police on their way."

"Can you tell them to be careful with his lies? Please, please miss you have to believe me and not him!"

I know I probably sound frantic and anxious, but I don't care. I just want them to believe me.

"Sir, I need you to calm down. Can you tell me your exact location?"

I take a deep breath and tell them my address. She sends out instructions to her coworkers on the other side, and my eyes tear up.

I look down to Megan to see a small smile on her face.

"What?" I whisper.

She takes a shaky breath. "You called me your girlfriend."

I blush and grin. "That's what you are."

She smiles roughly, letting her head fall as she goes back into unconsciousness.

A voice comes from the phone. "Alright, they're going to be arriving soon. Hang tight, OK? I let them know the dad is going to try and lie, so they're prepared. They will be playing along with the father, but just know they ARE here to help you. Are you hiding anywhere in the house?"

I nod, even though she can't see that. "We're in the bathroom on the top floor."

More noises from the other end. "OK, stay there until the police arrive. If you can, stay online with me too."

I pull Megan tighter against me, when I hear loud footsteps echo through out the halls. But I know the police aren't here, because the sirens are still faint and in the distance. There's also only one pair of footsteps. I hear gunshots from downstairs, and I realize he's only trying to scare us out of the bathroom. I don't know why he doesn't try and break in, but he is psycho dad. If you haven't noticed, that's what I'm calling him from now on.

I hear sirens come up right outside of my house, and I know for sure they're here now.