Chapter 4
Greg walked into the room a couple of minutes later. He saw me with the murderer and his eyes went wide. "Let the boy go. Grey are you ok?" I nodded slowly. "Miss just let the boy go and nobody will get hurt."
"If I let him go where is my insurance going to be? If I let him go then you're just going to charge me with even more years in the slammer."
Greg's eyes shifted around the room possibly looking for a vantage point where he could get me safely. "You've already done enough harm. No matter what you do even if you kill the boy you'll just be in more trouble." Greg made a move to come towards me and the lady wrapped her arm around my neck. I could hardly breathe.
"Let me go and I won't batter his brains out all over the walls." I noticed that my hands were starting to shake. I didn't get nervous. It just didn't happen. "He's going to die and you'll be the one who killed him detective inspector." I watched the doorway and saw my dad come up the stairs. He was staring right at me. This wasn't going to end well at all. My dad strode down the hall and I could literally see that hate bubbling up on his face. Uncle John came from the other room and came running down.
They were just making murderer more nervous. She tightened her grip around my neck and I kind of hoped that I would pass out from oxygen loss before she decided to beat my head in. Greg had pulled out his gun and was shouting for her to drop the weapon. I decided to just start doubling numbers. Nothing was going to stop here from at least getting one blow in at this point.
"Miss, you better let go of my son. I don't believe that this is the best way to end your life."
"I don't want to die. That's why I'm doing this. You can't kill me without me killing him first." I didn't like the way that my dad was playing his cards. It was coming to the point where my chances of escaping unscathed were 1 to 100. Although the chance that I would only get a concussion was becoming a bit more likely and I liked those odds.
"Honestly I think that if you keep this up you will die. I will personally kill you if you don't let him go. Oh Lestrade may let you go, but I will hunt you down and kill you. You wouldn't like to deal with that." The lady flinched as dad came closer. I took more gulps of air. She was afraid of him which I think was good for me. My odds of survival were increased by 5%.
"I will do it. I have nothing to lose. You'll put me in jail for the rest of my life where I can end up being someone's bitch. I'd rather die." God, she was suicidal. My survival odds dropped. If someone didn't do something I was going to end up dead. Clearly the adults weren't getting anywhere and I think that I needed to do something.
"Can I have more air? This lack of air is making it difficult to think." The lady kindly obliged and lowered her grip to going around my chest. While she was doing that I bit her arm. She swung down the bat and I jumped out of her grip. Her bat came crashing down on the front of my head and everything went black.
SSS
"Don't tell me what I can't do. You obviously aren't qualified to take care of a child." My head hurt and my ears were ringing. It was Uncle John's voice ringing in my ears. I snapped open my eyes. I could see Anderson's face hovering over mine. Stars swarmed all over Anderson's face. I could smell his deodorant and I gagged. "Give him space. Anderson just move."
"I can assess him. I am certified in trauma."
"Anderson, get out of my face!" Anderson moved and Uncle John came to my side. I preferred that he treated me. My shirt was red and sticky. So was my forehead. Where was I? What had happened? "What happened? Where am I? Where's dad?"
"It's alright. Greg's taking the murderer to the jail. An ambulance should be here soon. Does it hurt anywhere?"
"Where's my dad? I want my dad." I tried getting up but it was almost like an invisible force pushing me back down. Uncle John steadied me. He hoisted me around his back before moving again. The moving made me dizzy. I could feel my eye lids fluttering. I was falling asleep.
SSS
"John, I couldn't help him. He needed me and I couldn't help him. He needs his mom. She can't just expect me to raise a child without any collateral damage." I kept my eyes shut as if I was asleep. "I'm not an idiot Grey. I know you're awake." I opened my eyes. We were in a hospital room with lots of bright lights. A nurse was taking my vitals. Someone had changed my school shirt and pants into a hospital gown.
"What were you thinking? When dealing with a suicidal homicidal maniac one does not bite them and duck and not expect to get hit." Even though he was scolding me it was clear he was happy I was awake. Uncle John was more affectionate than my father of course, but it meant a lot to me all the same that they were here.
A doctor strode in with all the efficiency of a robot. He explained that I had a concussion from a blunt force injury to my forehead. I would probably have a couple of headaches, but I should be fine. Even in my condition I could tell he hated his job and he wasn't very good at hiding it.
My dad had me packed up and ready to go by the time the doctor was leaving the room. The nurse objected, but there was nothing she could do against Uncle John's persuading and dad's bluntness. I was hoisted over Uncle John's shoulder as we walked outside and hailed a taxi. I was happy to go home.