chapter 180: I Killed My Father

chapter 180: I Killed My Father
Chapter 180: I Killed My Father 

Jasmine

“Marcus will hurt you, I am sorry.” I said quietly, starting to tear up. Damien cupped my face with his hands.

“Hey, it is okay. I know something that you will be happy to hear. Marcus and Carlos are gone now.” He said and my eyes widened at his words.

“Like dead?” I asked and he nodded his head.

“Hmm, how they can't hurt you anymore and I am so sorry we weren't there to protect you. Trust me, it hurts when Marcus told me everything he did to you, I am just glad you were still alive. We could never lose something as precious as you.”

I smiled at him as I felt him wiping the tears from my cheeks, seeing his beautiful smile plastered on his handsome face. I could never get tired of looking at any of them, they brought me so much comfort, it was unbelievable. I can't believe I actually thought I could live the rest of my life without seeing them ever again, they were mine and there was nothing they could do about it.

“You guys mean so much to me.” I mumble.

“You mean so much to us too.”

Just when I had thoughts everything was going to be okay again, a gunshot was heard. We both ran over to where Ronald and Grayson were supposed to be but they weren't there. We looked over to see them standing by the car with Ronald holding onto his waist while on the floor, my father standing there holding a gun to him. Grayson was kneeling down to help him. My father heard our footsteps and looked over at us, I was frozen. I saw Ronald's gun next to my father's feet, Grayson was too focused on helping him to make a move without getting shot at too.

“There is my daughter.” He said with a smile.

“How are you, my dear?” 

“S..stop calling me that.” I snapped at him.

“What is wrong with calling you my dear? I used to do it all the time and you loved it.”

“No, I mean your daughter. Stop calling me your daughter.” I corrected him.

He looked at me with an exote of disbelief, I didn't care if he was mad or took it to heart. I was hoping he would because I meant exactly what I said, if he refused to be in my life as my father, I refused to be in his life as his daughter.

“You think you are tough now, don't you?” He said sarcastically.

I had an idea in my head. Ronald and Grayson needed some time so that they could get up from the floor and in the car possibly. So that means I had to find a way to lure my father away from them, if I was going to make it work then I would also need something to protect myself with just in case. I took in a breath before I let out my next words.

“Fuck you!” 

Everyone looked at me like they couldn't believe what I just said. Weird because I couldn't believe it either but I was desperate to make my plan work, they saved me so many times and I have to do the same.

“Excuse me?” My father said, cocking an eyebrow at me.

“Fuck you!” I repeated, feeling Damien trying to pull me away so I would stop.

“Get your ass over here' little girl, you will not fucking talk to me like that. I am your father and you will respect me!” He shouted at me.

“Catch me then, old man.” 

And with that, I quickly took Damien's gun from his pants and started running away. I could hear his footsteps chasing after me and soon heard Damien calling out my name like I expected. I was just hoping he wouldn't follow me, my father could use him as a way to threaten me again. I continued to run until I reached the forest, even then I still ran further though. I made sure I didn't hit any trees or accidentally trip on a stick, not only would that be embarrassing but it would also slow me down and he would catch up with me. I jumped over as many fallen tree barks as I could, taking sudden turns and anything I could to lose him. After a while, I couldn't hear any more footsteps behind me, I stopped running and put my hand up to my chest, trying the best I could to catch my breath. I was starting to feel a little dizzy but I know it will go away soon.

I felt completely dehydrated and my body began to shut down slowly. I was starting to panic now, I didn't know where I was and  now I was lost. I heard the leaves crunching again behind me but before I could turn around, I was hit and pushed down to the ground. The gun had fallen out of my hand, I tried quickly crawling over to get it but my shirt was grabbed and I was pulled away. My father tried to hold me in place but I punched him in the face and crawled back to the gun. Unfortunately, he had caught me again but this time, he turned my body around and got on top of me. He wrapped his fingers around my neck and began to choke me. I wrapped my hands around his arm, gasping for some air and he put the gun up to my head.

“You are a disrespectful little shit, have you never learned any manners?” 

“H…have you ever learned to shower?” I let out with a small breath.

“You want to get smart with me at a time like this? When I have a gun to your head?” He asked.

“You don't scare me anymore.”

He continued to shout at me while I tried reaching for the gun with my free hand.

“I did not raise such a disrespectful brat. You would think all those yea on the street would have taught you a lesson and maybe some fucking manners.”

“It taught me that I don't need you anymore.”

I finally felt my fingers touching the gun but I was starting to feel light headed like I was going to pass out. I put in all my strength to get the gun before I did end up passing out. I wasn't going to give up.

“You think you are funny, don't you?” 

“V..very.” 

“Well then, let's see how funny it is when I put a bullet through your head.” He said and I finally grabbed the gun, clutching it in my hand.

“R…reverse that,”

I quickly put the gun up to his head and pulled the trigger if he could. Blood splat onto my face and his body fell onto me. I removed his hand from my neck and took in as much air as I possibly could, coughing and panting at the same time 

Oh my goodness, I just killed my father.