𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐕.𝟐 ⇾ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐨

{Chapter 7}

⚠️POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING: VERBAL ABUSE AND ALCOHOL⚠️

Taylor's POV ↴

I walked down to see...

My dad?!

"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" I question as I watched him search my room.

"Looking for proof." Proof? Proof of what?

"What are you talking about? And how the fuck did you get in our house?" He doesn't have a key so I had to ask.

"Proof that you are a whore. Just like you're mother. I always knew something was up with you when you were going out with 'friends'. I know it was a boy you were going out to see. Just admit it." He screamed at me.

"You are actually unbelievable. I was out with friends. And mom?! A whore?! She wasn't the one who left us to go be with a different family of hers. It was you. You cheated on mom and left her. You are sick. And either way you shouldn't be worried about what I do with my life when you aren't even a part of it to begin with. All you ever did was bring me down. I could never call you a father when all you've been to me was an asshole. A verbally abusive asshole. So no. Fuck you. And get the fuck out of my room." I screamed back. I was sick of this. He doesn't need to be in this house and under this roof. Ever.

"Don't speak to me like that. You and your mother are nothing but little sluts. That's it. You both get ran through more times than I can count. You are such a slut." He got close to my face. That's when I smelt the alcohol on his breath. He's drunk.

"Get out of my house before I call the police." He then proceeded to pull a gun and point it at me.

"What you're gonna do is shut the fuck up."

He wouldn't shoot me. Would he?

I put my hands up and backed up against the wall. Slowly falling until I hit the floor.

"I know it's in here. It's gotta be." He kept muttering to himself.

At this point he had the gun facing downwards at the ground. I saw this as my time to run.

I slowly began to sit up and throw my bag on the ground.

I checked one more time to make sure he wasn't paying attention. Once I saw my opportunity, I ran.

I heard gunshots. Multiple.

I ran as fast as I could up the basement steps and into the living room before quickly unlocking the door and running out.

"Help! Please someone help me!" I began screaming. Watching as my neighbors lights turned on in their houses.

My neighbor next door slowly opened her door and ran out.

"What's wrong honey?"

"Please let me come inside! My dad has a gun and wants to kill me." She looks around and I watched as her eyes landed on my now running father. She then grabbed my arm and ran back into her home with me behind her.

She proceeded to call the cops and then gave me the phone to call whoever I needed.

"COME OUT OF THE HOUSE YOU WHORE." My dad began to shoot rounds into my neighbors home. Only hitting the interior. Nothing more.

I called my mom and she immediately picked up.

"Mom. Don't ask questions. Dads back and he's trying to kill me."
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A/n. This chapter is beyond late and very short, but I wanted to put something out so you guys don't think I forgot about you. I love you all and hope this chapter was a good enough start for my comeback. Lol😭