꧁𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜꧂ 𝚊 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌

Chapter 35 ~ Throwing up sparkles

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Cory immediately begins his pacing again, clearly more worked up than before. He mumbles some incoherent words under his breath.

His pacing only causes me to feel more unease. My eyes follow him he continues to pace. He just keeps pacing and pacing.

Back and forth

Back and forth

Back and forth

Back and forth

Back and— oh wait he stopped

"Come here, now," he grits at me. His tone is enough for me to have nightmares for weeks and he leaves no room for question.

I move to get up but Jack pulls me back.

"She's not going anywhere with you," he spits out angrily.

Well, anywhere else.

Cory's head snaps over to Jack, "What. Did. You. Say?" He speaks slowly and loudly causing the fear of him hurting Jack to come rushing back over me.

"I said, she's not. going. anywhere. with. you." Jack repeats himself venomously.

I take my eyes off of Jack and place them back on Cory who practically has stream coursing out of his ears. He actually reminds me of one of those cartoons when the smoke comes out of the characters ears and nose because they're absolutely furious. Yeahh that's not good.

"If only it we're up to you," he laughs dryly. When he realizes I still haven't gotten up he charges over at me and grabs my arm ripping me away from Jack's warmth.

Before I take two steps Jack's hand is on my wrist pulling me back away from my dad. I feel like I'm in a game of tug of war, and I'm the rope. Not a good feeling.

"I said she's NOT going anywhere." Jack growls at Cory. I have to do a double take at the sound of his voice. I've never heard him sound so angry before but it's kinda heartwarming that he's angry for me. And they said chivalry was dead.

Before I have a chance to react Cory drops my hand, puts a hand behind his back, and pulls something out of his pants.

A fucking pistol.

Okay, I know I thought I was scared before, but now I feel like my head is exploding and I've overdosed on adrenaline if that's even possible. And I still have that nasty headache from when he smacked my head. I feel like one of those chickens that is put in those tiny cages with a bunch of other chickens and they're all freaking out and then they die. Yeah, again, not a good feeling.

I'm brought back to reality when Cory aims the gun at Jack, clicking the safety off. I feel my lip begin to quiver as I struggle to keep it together.

"Put your fucking hands in the air," He snarls at Jack.

Oh my God he's going to die.

Jack slowly drops my hand and puts his in the air. "That's right, not so tough now are ya?" Cory chuckles as if he's actually enjoying this. Who knows, he probably is.

"Now you stay your ass right there while I take your little bitch on a lil road trip—"

That was enough to make Jack snap as he lunged at Cory. Cory doesn't skip a beat, raising his arm with his gun to hit Jack in the side of the head with the handle of it. Jack immediately drops o the floor.

I now have a river flowing from my eyes as I struggle to hold back my sobs. My eyes are stuck on Jack's unmoving body as Cory grabs my wrist roughly and pulls me away.