Last chapter guys so enjoy and review!
"Tru, its so good to see you!" Richard said, smirking, "I knew you'd be here ssooner or later but really I thought you would have figured much sooner.. anyways.."
Richard walked over to his desk drawer and Tru tried her best not to smile.
"Watcha doing?"
"Oh nothing just..." Richard trailed off as he looked deeper into his drawer. "Where is it?" he muttered not quite clicking on.
"Looking for this?" Tru said bringing ther gun out from behind her back and twirling it round her fingers. "What's wrong, dad? You look like you've just saw a ghost."
"Tru, you really think that I believe you'll shoot me with that?" Richard said acting brave.
"Nah," Tru said, "You know that that's just not me, but - it's got you shaking enough."
"Yeah, well my daughters standing in front of me, with a gun, why wouldn't I be shaking?"
"Why would that scare you? You've done worse. Mum, Harrison, Richard.. do I have to go?"
"Tru just get what you came here for. We both know you won't touch me with that thing so what is the point in dragging this out? It's just more painful for us both."
"Didn't know you knew the meaning of the word pain and you're right. I wouldn't touch you witht his thing but hey - have you met my boyfriend, Jack?" Tru said beckoning sweetly at Jack then glaring at her dad. "He used to take lives for fun.. you think that he''ll just stand here with a gun and not touch you, especially after all the pain and hurt you've caused me?" Tru was tautning him, mainly because she was scared of where this was going to lead.
Richard quivered then nervously stuttered out, "Yeah, but he's good now."
Tru laughed, "Used to know the meaning of that but I've forgotten," she said handing the gun over to Jack. She knew Jack wouldn't shoot but still, if it scared Richard then it was fine by her.
"Cat got your tongue, Richard?" Tru said.
She walked closer to him by a little bit but still stood her distance, "So did you tautn mum before you killed her? NO, wait! You got someone to do that for you," Tru said almost crying, "She was your wife goddamnit! Was it all some sort of ploy? Did you just marry her so you could wreck her life so she wouldn't be the enemy? And have her kids so you could wreck their lives too?"
"I - Tru - don't - " Richard tried, not getting anywhere.
"When did I say it was your turn to talk?" Tru said, in even more tears, through gritted teeth she said, "Did you and your friend kill her then go downto the bar for a drink? You know celebrate... talk about how much she screamed before you took her life from her! From us!" she said sinking to the floor. "You were my hero. For years. Even after you left, walked away, when we really needed you."
Tru stood up, if she stayed down it would be like admitting defeat.
"Tru - I really did love your mo - "
"Don't!" Tru screamed, "Don't you dare say those words!"
Jack stood silence and loyal. He wanted so much to sweep Tru up in his arms, tell her it was all going to be OK. But he couldn't. He hid the gun in his pocket scared that any moment Tru would grab it off him and do something she'd regret.
"But it's true, Tru,"
Richard said, "Whether you want to believe it or not."
"Shut
up! Just shut up!" Tru screamed like a littel girl in the
supermarket, taking a major tantrum.
There was silence for one second but that was enough! Slow motion and a familiar sound, gunshot. Tru looked around at Jack. Jack held his hands up to show that he didn't have the gun and it wasn't me. Tru looked back at the slow moving bullet, heard the sound of glass and prayed for the day to rewind.
But it didn't happen.
Frozen in shock and fear, Tru and Jack stood, numb. Then Tru held her hands up to her face "Oh my God Dad," she whispered.
Jack thought for a moment then realized - fate had a plan that wasn't supposed to be changed... "Damn should have realized sooner," Jack said barely loud enough to hear. Fate was changed but it wasn't supposed to be, because it had changed someone had to pay. "Fate," he whispered.
"Dad," Tru whispered again, letting a few tears flow. He was evil. Done so many unforgettable things but it didn't make the pain or death less.
Tru and Jack walked towards each other and Tru sank into him. He stroked her hair and whispered, "Ssh."
She wiped her eyes a little and then looked up at him, "What will happen now? Will their be another "death?"
Jack sighed wishing he could tell Tru that it would all be fien but he wasn't exactly sure. He had a theory which was that she could be thelast in the line because the day restarted without anyone asking for help but he wasn't exaclty sure.
"I don't know, but whatever it is you won't be alone," he whispered.
The end
