Chapter 6
When they reached her fathers, Sylvia was braced for the worst. Her father met them, trying to act happy and cordial, but they could see the hate in his eyes and hear the stiff chill in his voice. He was less than happy. Heck, he was less than unhappy, he was pissed. It was obvious that whatever she had sabotaged two years before had been very important to him, but she didn't care. Her life was her own now. It was going to be better. She was going to be with James and nobody could change that. The dinner they ate was dry and had no personality what so ever. She was surprised that she didn't gag on it. After dinner they sat in the living room, acting like they were trying to talk while not making any attempts to do so. Finally Sylvia was at the end of her rope.
"We're going to go now." Sylvia announced, standing up with James. She held on to his arm and looked defiantly into her fathers face. There was fury etched in every line of his old face. He wasn't anywhere near the same man who had married her mother and been her father for the beginning of her life. He had changed beyond recognition.
"Just a moment." He said. "I have a surprise for you." He walked back to his bedroom. A few moments later he returned holding something behind his back. He walked into the room and pulled a gun from behind his back. Sylvia screamed as he shot. James went down immediately, blood flowing swiftly from a hole in his chest.
"JAMES!" Sylvia screamed, dropping to her knees beside him. Her father just stood there laughing an evil laugh.
"You should have listened to me sweetheart." He said cruelly.
rimshawsgirl: Thanks for the feedback, although I'm a little curious, what's still mysterious? Is it just the fic in general?
longshot: See who who is? Sylvia? James? Her father?