pretty girls like drug dealers | blueface | completed

the same fate

Ava pov

"They were working together." I said unsteadily.

Demetrius took a deep breath, "You know what this mean right?"

I knew exactly what it meant. He was going to kill my father.

My mind began to race as I tried to think of why he would do all of this. Was the thought of us together that horrifying to him?

How can he talk about Demetrius' character when he had innocent people killed solely for the purpose of him not getting caught?

He allowed me to be kidnapped and lose a child just so he could control my life.

"Make it look like an accident." I said lowly.

"Heard you." He said and the line went dead.

For the second time this week, I gave Demetrius my blessing to kill someone.

My heart yearned for Lucas and Lauren since their dad was about to be killed.

He was dead to me the instant I saw that message.

I sat back down attempting to come to grips with the news I just discovered.

"This year has really shown me how much you take me for a fool." My dad's voice said from the doorway.

My blood ran cold.

Glancing up at him, I didn't see any books in his hands. He never went downstairs. He was outside the room listening to my conversation.

So he knew that I knew what he did.

He chuckled as he saw the fear appear in my eyes.
"You realize why I did this right?" He asked walking towards me.

I stood up and stayed on the other side of the desk so he couldn't reach me.

"You did it because you're a sick person." I said.

There was no explanation for his actions. None.

"I'm the sick person?" He asked inching closer to the desk. "You're the one who lied to her family for months just so you could be with that lowlife!"

"You brought him into our lives for your own selfish reasons and now these are the consequences."

I looked at him in disbelief. He was trying to justify what he'd done by blaming me.

I'm not so naive as to say that Demetrius is an all around good person, but at least his killings were warranted.

Exhaling, I looked at the door trying to plan my escape.

"You won't make it." He said following my eyes.

I made eye contact with him, "Are you keeping me from leaving?"

He gave a sad smile that confirmed my beliefs.

My own dad was about to try to kill me.

I couldn't scream for help because the rest of my family had left the house.

One option would be to try to fight him off, but my dad wasn't a small man by any means. He stood at 6 feet and dedicated a substantial amount of time to the gym.

The second option would be to try to negotiate my way out of this.

"Why would you do this to me? I love you." I lied.

"Not going to work. I heard you tell him to kill me. Me! You chose him over your own father!" He yelled circling around the desk.

I sprinted out of the room, running towards the stairs.