Bite the Bullet ➵ Allison Argent (4)

Twenty-nine

Olivia's POV:

"Olivia...you need to wake up. Come on, you can't be dead."

"Ugh, five more minutes Mom." I mumble. "Stop shouting. Yell at Isaac or something."

"Olivia?"

I shot my eyes open and the last person I expected to be here held a panic-stricken expression until it's replaced with relief once I woke up. "Oh thank god."

"Dad? What are you doing here?" I mutter and try to push myself up from the ground, feeling a painful ache in my stomach which prevented me to move. "Ugh!"

I glance down at my eyes widen in shock, seeing the pipe protruding from my stomach but the end was bent to wrap around my waist.

"No, no, no. You can't move." He whispered but I worriedly look around the room, seeing only Allison chained to a wooden post but still laid unconscious. "Just give me a second, I'm gonna get you out of here."

"Dad, how'd you know I'd be here?" I whisper as he unzipped his sweater before he ripped the sleeve off.

"We assumed you left early for school this morning but when I dropped off Phoebe at the lacrosse game, Stiles asked if we'd seen you around so I knew something was wrong." He explained as he folded the sleeve in half. "I tracked your phone at the station and ended up here."

My eyes widen slightly. "You're tracking my phone?"

He holds the sleeve over my mouth with a solemn expression. "You might want to bite into this."

I open my mouth and he carefully slides the cloth between my teeth before grabbing ahold of the pipe with his hands.

Using all his strength, he grunts as he tries to bend the pipe straight again but from the slight movement inside my stomach, it causes me to let out a cry of pain. He instantly let's go and I look down, seeing he bent it slightly.

"One more time, okay?" He panted but I shake my head frantically. "You're strong. You can do this."

"U-Unchain Allison and call for help." My voice muffled against the cloth but he shook his head.

"If I do, you're gonna bleed out to death. I'm not leaving you." He said as he wrapped his hands around the pipe once more.

I spit out the cloth. "You did it once, you can do it again." I scoffed and he lets out a sigh. "I'll be fine, just go."

"I know you don't exactly like me but I thought it would be better if I left and I realize now what I did was messed up. I know you still hate me, but regardless, you're my daughter. I care about you a lot, okay? I never wanted to hurt you or your mother." He explained, tears brimming his eyes. "I'm never leaving you again, I promise."

I shakily breathe out and nod. "Do it." He pulls on the pipe once more, causing me to cry out in agony, forcing myself to look at the ceiling and focus on something else.

"Get away from her!"

I immediately turn at the voice and my eyes widen, seeing Braeden and Derek aim their guns towards him.

"It's okay, it's okay!" I grunt, still recovering from the pain. "He's my dad."

"What the hell happened here?" Derek asked as he handed the gun to Braeden, quickly rushing over to where I was.

I worriedly eye my father who held a confused expression before glancing at Derek. "I'll explain later, but get me out of here."

"I'll help you out." My dad crouched down and gripped on the pipe while Derek did the same. "Ready?"