Down the hall, Julie could hear her mother's cries for help and the threat that she was next. 'There is no way he's gonna touch her again! Julie promised herself. With her cellphone in her hand, she ran out of her room and down the hall towards her mother's room. She pulled and yanked at the door, but it was obvious that Jake had locked it.
'Momma?' Julie called from behind the door. 'Can you hear me?' She heard Calleigh cry out.
'Julie, you need to get out of here. Now!' She pleaded with her daughter. She shook her head, but she knew Calleigh couldn't see it.
'Momma he needs to stop. I'm gonna make him stop!' She ran from the door and towards the kitchen, her mind set on obtaining one thing. And it so happened to be incredibly sharp. When she found the drawer she was looking for, she found the longest kitchen knife in the drawer and clutched it in her hands, her palms already sweating furiously at what she was about to do. She heard the garage door slam shut, and the thwack of a belt being swung in the air. He pounded up the stairs to the kitchen and stopped in his tracks, seeing the teenager with the knife gripped in her hand.
'Well look who thinks she can take me...' Jake slurred, swinging the belt in the air again. Julie swallowed the lump that was in her throat, the knife still pointing right at Jake's throat.
'Jake, I've had enough of how you treat my momma! She's done nothing but love you and you throw punches at her like she's some common punching bag! I can hear what you do to her night after night, and I've had enough! You're never, EVER going to touch her again, and I'm going to make sure of it!' She cried, her accent becoming thicker as she got angrier. Not to mention the cuban in her coming out into full force. Jake laughed a loud, un-threatened laugh.
'Julie...' She walked over to her and looked her up and down. 'Take a look at yourself...' He hit her on the backside, causing her to jump. 'That ass is something that you definitely got from your mother... such a shame she's not gonna see you turn 14...' He flung the belt at her, the tip of the buckle coming into contact with Julie's knee. She cried out, but she didn't falter her stance. Knowing that fighting someone that had the same strength as Eric, he knew the only way to take her down was to get her where it hurt. He knelt down slightly and charged at her, similar to a quarter backs tackle. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to the ground, allowing her body to take the brunt of the hit.
Upstairs, Calleigh was desperately picking at the lock that was holding her captive. With her free hand, she fished in her loose pony tail for a hair pin to pick the lock with, but to her dismay, she didn't find one. Then it dawned on her... Thank god for little cop tricks! She found the safety switch with her nail. 'Come on...' Calleigh cursed softly. With a soft click, the lock gave way and she was free. Surpressing a cry of relief, she frantically searched her bedside table for her Smith and Wesson, which thankfully was still hidden at the back of her sock drawer.
Jake now had Julie pinned to the ground, both hands wrapped tightly around her neck.
'Momma!' Julie choked, her hands trying desperately to pry Jake off of her. But she knew in the back of her mind that she was fighting a losing battle. Then she heard something that almost made her weep with relief.
'Jake get your hands off of my daughter or I swear to god I will kill you myself!' Jake turned quickly, giving Julie the chance to kick him in the groin and clamber to her feet. While he was on the floor, Julie scampered to her feet and ran to her mother's side, clinging to her shirt as if she were a lifeline.
'You wouldn't shoot me, Calleigh...' He breathed heavily. 'You love me!' Calleigh cocked her gun, tears standing in her eyes.
'You can't love the dead.' She pulled the trigger, the bullet hitting Jake square in the chest. His eyes took on the resemblance of golf ball s and he sunk to the floor, dead before he hit the boards. Calleigh's breathing became heavy as she dropped her gun to the floor and leaned against the wall, supressing the sobs that were built up in her chest. Julie took her mother's hand in hers and gripped it tightly, reassuring her that she was OK.
'Do you think we should call dad?' Julie asked, rubbing her knee. Calleigh nodded, snapping herself out of her trance.
'Yeah... I think that would be a good idea... Hey, why don't you head upstairs and pack some stuff? I think the quicker we leave this place the better.' She offered, squeezing her daughter's hand. Julie got to her feet and nodded.
'Where are we gonna go, momma? Will Daddy let us stay with him?' She asked. Calleigh got to her feet, a breath of hope in her voice.
'I'm sure he will.'
So so sorry I haven't replied to this story but there's been a lot of crap happening with me lately.
Who's Julie's daddy? (In case you couldn't pick it up :D)
Will Calleigh be arrested for Jake's death?
What will the ramifications be of this event?
Will Julie and Calleigh be able to recover?
Will Julie's dad let them stay?
