Little Miss in Denial

25. Evil and Good

"I told you not to hurt her you idiots" my dad beamed at Damien and the others.

"honey are you okay? do I need to kill someone?" he asked worryingly.

I was in shock. I couldn't speak, its like my voice box was ripped out of me.

Dad took a step closer but I stepped back. a flash of hurt appeared on his face but I ignored it.

"how could you?" my voice cracking.

"honey I can explain-" I cut him off there.

"no. I dont want to hear it. I've seen enough to know that your a malicious person that will do anything to get what they want." I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down.

"over what? a stupid necklace?" I laugh, but no sign of humor evident in it.

"its not just a necklace." he answered simply.

"oh well im sorry. but haven't you thought of coming to me In person and asking me? but no! bringing over 20 men with guns scaring the living daylights out of me and shooting the guy that I liked- probably even loved" I whisper the last bit.

"im sorry but I did tell them to bring you unharmed and no trouble. he gritted between his teeth.

I scoffed and took a step back.

"I can't let you go." he took a step towards me.

"and why is that" trying to sound confident.

"Your coming with me, we're going home" I stared at him with pure shock and horror, im no way in hell going home. there's to many painful memories back there and if we go back it will all come back and probably backfire in my face.

"no. im not going" he laughed. but it wasent humorous, It sounded pure evil. and that terrified me.

"we can do this the easy way or the hard way" I felt like it was Deja vu at his words.

he took a few more steps, drowned in my own thoughts I didnt realise I was being held firmly by my own dad, being hauled into a van. trying to release his grasp on my hand, I lash around kicking and screaming.

I can't go back. I can't go back. I repeated several times in my head. does mum know about this?

then something clicked.

Aaron

Aaron is my cousin. he's the one that introduced me to cars. when I didnt care about popularity and money I spent a lot of time in his garage fixing and admiring cars. he taught me a few tricks, but stopped when high school junior year hit. but It was always at the back of my head.

I need to find him If I go back.

if.

LANA'S P.O.V

being tied up in a chair is absolutely no fun. the rope is cutting off any blood circulation to my fingers and their slowly going numb.

next to me is my groaning and heavy breathing son.

flashback

BANG

Looking up from the ground, I see Xavier falling to the floor with his hand clutching his side.

"let me go!" I shout at the two men keeping me firmly in place. letting their hands slide out I rush to my son.

"honey, look at me, you'll be fine" tears threatening to spill. I was no expert at playing doctor or medications. so I had no idea what to do, pressing my hand on Xavier's gun wound to hopefully stop the bleeding. He groans in pain.

god Im a pathetic excuse of a mother. then again not many mums experience their sons getting shot infront of their eyes and having to cure them.

"what am I supposed to do" I whisper to myself.

Xavier went limp in my arms, my eyes widen and my breathing quickens. I shake him lightly

"Xavier" I whisper

"Xaviey" I repeat my voice cracking.

I placed the side of my head where his heart is,

his heart is beating. he's still alive

I sigh a little in relief. hearing footsteps approaching Xavier and I's direction, two arms wrap around my arms and hault me up placing me on a chair along side with Xavier, they tie me up with a rope and walk off into my kitchen.

End of flashback

XAVIER'S P.O.V

I open my eyes and groan when I feel a sharp pain on the side of my stomach.

suddenly like a ton of bricks, everything comes tumbling down.

Savannah dragged away.

Mum being held at gun point.

Both their screams

Someone shooting my side

my breathing quickens, trying to get up but being held back by something wrapped tightly around hand on the arm rest.

"Xavier" my mums voice hoarse and fragile

"mum are you okay?" she didn't complain at the fact I didn't call her by her first name.

"yeah. but are you? I thought you were gone" her voice breaks and so does my heart.

so fucking cheezy dude.

not the fucking time dude.

both my evil and good conscience argue.

shaking my head slightly I turn my gaze to the two men sitting on the opposite side of the room.

"where is she" thanking my voice didnt sound weak

one of them looked up from their phones and smirked

"oh she's long gone by now. probably out of state" he chuckles.

I wanted to rip his throat out. where would they take her?