Chapter 28
When I finally opened my eyes, I had a huge headache. I could feel blood on the back of my neck. I guess whatever Ryan hit me with got my head pretty bad. I felt the back of my panted and was happy to know that Ryan didn't take my gun. I was about to sit up when a pair of hands pushed me back down.
"No, your not going anywhere" Miranda said getting on top of me.
"Get the fuck off of me" I said pushing Miranda off of me.
"No, your going to give me what I want John and if you dont,well...I guess you won't be seeing your son" Miranda said pushing me down on the bed again. I agreed to do whatever she wanted me to do in order to get Brandon back.
Ryan POV
I went down into the basement to check on that kid. As soon as he heard me he looked up. I smiled at him
"Hey, you want some food" I asked laughing at him. Brandon nodded his head yes.
"Well thats to damn bad" I yelled at him and walked out. I walked back up the stairs and came face to face with John.
John POV
I came downstairs. I heard Ryan go into the basement. I stood there and listened. As I was about to go down, Ryan was on his way up. Ryan came all the way upstairs as we came face to face with eachother.
"Give me my damn son" I said clinching my fists. Ryan started laughing. He turned around and went back down the basement stairs. I followed him. As soon as we got to the bottom, I say brandon handcuffed to a pole. He was leaning against a broken heater. He looked pale and weak. I couldn't stand looking at him like this. He looked like he hadn't ate in weeks. I slowly walked over to him. He looked up at me and tried to speak.
"Daddy"He said very low. He was so weak.
"Im here. We're going home"I said. I heard a gun click behind me.
"You sure about that?"Ryan said. I rose up slowly. I glanced back down at Brandon and saw that he was watching the whole thing. I tried to quickly turn around and grab Ryan's wrist but instead, I hit his hand and made the gun fall. I punched him in his face. He got back up and backed me into a nearby shelf. The shelf fell over. Ryan must have felt my gun because he pulled it out of my shorts. I pushed him off of me. He backed up and shot me in my shoulder. I fell backwards with my hand on the wound. Ryan was aiming at my head as he was about to pull the trigger. I closed my eyes tight. I heard two shots before everything went silent.
