Thank you all for your reviews they are very much appreciated. I'm glad you like my story. I was informed though that in chapter 7 I put May 17th for St.Patrick's Day instead of March 17th. This was just a stupid mistake on my part. It was simply a typo. I have a bad habit of mixing up may and march. I assure you I know what day is St. Patrick's Day. I fixed this so I'm sorry for the mix-up. Also, Clarissa8 your constructive critisism was much appreciated. I realize that my plot is somewhat weak and doesn't make a lot of sense and I have quite a bit of typos but I just wrote this so that I could get myself back into the habit of writing a story and finishing it because I have not written in quite some time. I hope that this doesn't stop you from continuing to read my story and enjoying it. Thank you all. Here's chapter 10. I'm sorry it took so long to get up but I had begun to write it and then forgot to save it someplace for my mom to access it and back it up and when we reformatted it I lost the chapter. Big bummer because that chapter was coming along really well. I have to redo the whole thing and I don't really remember any of it so I'm sorry if this chapter isn't very good and I know it's short but here it is. Enjoy!
Chapter 10
The Only Choice
Conner and Murphy woke some time later in the same state Erika and I were in. I stared at the floor after they had regained conciousness. Mostly to avoid eye contact with Conner. I had betrayed him. I had put them all in danger in my own stupidity. Meeting his eyes would just make everything worse. My guilt was bad enough as it was. My father and his men were by the door speaking to eachother, quietly. I watched them and listened hard trying to catch what they were saying. Before I could hear anything pivotal my father turned towards us. "Daughter dear," he said to me, "I believe I will go outside and smoke a cigarette. I would smoke up here but it is so musty. Perhaps you should have invested in some febreeze or something. It's quite dank in here."
I glowered at him. "I frankly don't give a fuck what you think I should invest in, Da," I snapped. At least the current situation had brought back my spite and independance that I had worked so hard to regain.
He laughed cruelly at my comment. "I see being around these men has brought back your horrid accent," he commented.
"Does that bother you, Da?" I shot back spitefully.
Once again he laughed. I was glad he found this situation so amusing. "You've got quite the firey attitude considering you will die shortly." This time I had no angry comeback for him. I just sat there and glared at him. "Well, I believe I will go downstairs to have a smoke," he announced finally. "Antonio, David stand outside the door and watch for me. I don't want anyone sneaking up on you two imbeciles. And for Christ's sake make sure you close the door so no neighbors see them." And with that all three exited the room and closed the door behind them. The second I was out of site I began testing the cuffs. They weren't strung through the backs of the chairs, which could prove to be handy for me. He had also neglected to hand cuff our feet to the chairs. I knew my father was cocky but now he was just being foolish. Not that I was complaining.
I prayed I could still do my disturbing trick from my school yard days. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. Slowly, I began to raise my arms upwards. I got about to the middle of my back before I winced in pain and dropped them again. Conner, Murphy and Erika watched me quizzically. I took in another deep breath and rolled my shoulders to loosen them a bit and get the cramps out of them from my first attempt and tried again.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Murphy whispered harshly. I shot him a glare that told him to shut it. When he had fallen quiet I kept trying. It took me three more tries before I succeeded in bringing my arms over my head and into my lap. I rolled my shoulders for a bit before I stood. The other three had looks on their faces that were a combination of disgust and awe. I grinned at them and shrugged before creeping off to the bedroom. I dug in the boys' duffel bag that held their supplies for one of there guns. I grabbed one and stalked to the door to hide when my father came bursting in through the door.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE!" He yelled at my companions. No one answered. "TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK IS CHRISTA!" He commanded. Still, no answer. I peaked around cautiously to watch him. I was preparing to sneak out and attack but stopped when I heard his next comment. Or rather, rambling. "How the hell could she? How could she kill them? How could she sneak up on Antonio and David? There is no fucking way," he babbled to himself. It was quite obvious something had happend to unravel my father's iron control. But what?
I couldn't wait any longer when he drew his fist back to sock Murphy. I came out of the bedroom, aimed the gun directly at the back of my father's head and cocked it. He froze and turned to face me slowly. His eyes grew wide as he looked straight into the barrel of the silencer equipped gun. The fear in his eyes was intense as he began sniveling and whining for me to spare him. My gut clenched tight with fear and my finger quivered on the trigger. I was terrifed to pull the trigger. To kill my father, but as I looked over at Erika, whose face was bruised, and the blood that was dribbling down the back of Conner and Murphy's neck from where they had been pistol whipped, I knew. I knew this was my only choice. The only way to protect us all.
There was hardly a noise as I pulled the trigger. Just a sort of whistling noise from the silencer. I watched his body fall backwards onto the floor with a loud thunk. Blood pooled on the floor around his head. There was a clean bullet hole between his eyes. Shudders wracked my body and I dropped the gun and slumped to the floor in the doorway. I closed my eyes and went cold and silent as Conner, Murphy and Erika yelled for me. I hardly heard them as I stared at my father's lifeless body.