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DaCupCakePhiles: Thank you for reviewing! And I kinda made it up and didn't know about it either until I googled it. It's called: "Ringer Rotater Lite" and you can find it on Google Play. Totally free! And you do too? I had one dream where- it's complicated but let's just say I went through so much drama and stuff and it made me realize that I just wanted a hug and be comforted by someone who cares and understands! (It was Intern 2 who comforted me)
Hey guys! So since a year has passed, I decided to make a goal. My highest amount of reviews on a story was 151. Let's try to beat it! Tell you're friends about it or something! Anyway let's continue!
Please welcome: DaCupCakePhiles to the family! The chapter's dedicated to you. :)
Chapter song: Perfect by Simple Plan
Still her P.O.V and it might be back to third person at the next chapter.
"Who are you? And what are you gonna do to her?" Metal asked, being the only person who was able to speak.
"My dad." Was all I was I could say. The gun was still at my head and it was totally scary. Amazing how one little gun can hold your life.
"Say what?! What? What? What?!" He managed to yell out.
"Yo, you let her go or somebody will have to clean up the mess afterwards. And it ain't gonna be her!" Hip Hop managed to yell aiming his gun at him.
"Don't shoot! Please!" I managed to yell out trying to break free.
"It's your fault for leaving me like that, Delilah. You know you shouldn't have done that." Dad said in a bittersweet voice.
"It's your fault! You drink at your damn bar all day and come home drunk! I'm not your little sex toy, okay? So you can't push me around and tell me what the hell who I can or can't see or push me around and use me the next! It's your fault for kicking me to the streets and leaving me nothing to eat! Your fault for scaring me into thinking this world is a hell! Your fault for teaching me that I'm worthless and a piece of shit! You're fault for beating me up and leaving me to bleed! And IT'S YOUR DAMN FAULT FOR MOM BEING DEAD! I HATE YOU! I REALLY DO AND I HOPE YOU DO GET SHOT AND KILLED ON ONE OF YOUR DRINKING DAYS!" I screamed feeling tears stream down. Everything I kept inside of me was finally let out and for a second he looked kind of suprised but then he loaded the gun and I was suddenly the scarred girl again.
"You shouldn't have done that." He said pulling the gun closer to my head.
"I'm not gonna die on your fucking arms today, bitch!" I yelled struggling to get out. He held me so tight but I managed to pull the gun out of his hands and into the floor. He slapped me hard to the ground as he reached for the gun. I could feel blood in my mouth but I was used to the taste.
Could I blame anybody for not bothering to keep the gun out of his way? No. Anybody could see the hatred and how cold is and be afraid of him. I could never blame them. Hip Hop did try his best and that was enough for me. Maybe it's better if my world ended right now, so that way I can no longer suffer. Maybe it's meant to be this way. He placed the gun on my head and pulled me up harshly. I suddenly felt too tired to stand up but there's nothing I could do about it.
"I-I'm sorry, dad," I suddenly found myself saying.
"About what?" He snapped. I took a deep breath, "About not being what you expected me to be. I'm sorry I ever caused trouble. I'm sorry you have to beat me up. I'm sorry I'm not perfect. I'm sorry mom didn't bother to give me up. I'm sorry...I ever existed. I'm sorry I wasted your time, money and breath. I should never have existed. And you can shoot me now if you like. It would be better for the both of us." I said slowly. That sad part was: I really did mean it. Something just snapped into me and made me want him to shoot me.
"No!" Intern 2 managed to say. He knew they wouldn't make much of a difference but better then nothing.
Dad looked at me for a few seconds. They were full of hate, anger, and a bit of happiness. Like he almost wanted me to hear those words. I still hate him. He was about to pull the gun away and put it in his pocket then something happened. It became all too quick for me.
He shot me in the chest, pushed me down, and left. I think Hip Hop shot him twice in the arm or leg. He shot him somewhere that's for sure. But I couldn't worry about him at the moment, especially when your struggling to breathe and it feels like someone dropped a ton of bricks at your chest each time you breathe. I could hear Intern 2's voice screaming about a ambulance but it felt so distant. He was probably telling me to try to wake up but everything grew blurry and my eyes felt weaker then ever.
"Delilah, please don't!" I heard him say to me, voice choking.
Those were probably one of the few words I could hear. My eyes suddenly closed and I felt still. Those were the last few scenes I could remember before blackness swept over.
Well, I left you all at a good cliffhanger! And I have also been working on another My Music fic called TrAsH. It's a collection of one-shots under a thousand words. Requests/reaction to videos are accepted so you can add the request here or there!