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Free From Fear
#WritcoStoryPrompt28
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
I tried to run, but fail as he pull out his Gun.
Do not move, he said.
Sweats crawl down my spin. He's a wicked man, a abuser.
How did he find me here, I have no idea.
What do you want, I asked. He smirk, making him look more evil, like that's even possible. Now you're asking me what do I want, he fired back... I tried to reason with you at the funeral, but you didn't listen instead you told me to leave. Get in the car, he said. I was frozen , with the 45 slicer weapon pointing right between my eyes. I felt weak, but I could not move, no I could not go with him. GET IN THE CAR, he yelled pushing the gun more to my face.
Better yet, how could it be! After the funeral he was shot.
She had killed him years ago!...
She should had kept her mouth shout, he said, while watching to see if I'm going to run. Click! He opens the door to the passenger seat, urging me inside. I climb in still shaking from what could happen to night. He seems more out of it. His clothes are torn , bags underneath is eyes, when was the last time he took a shower, God he smells like death...
Quickly he moved to his side of the car, while pointing the gun at me. Has he made his way in, click! He closed the doors.
Your sister is still beautiful I see, he smirk evily. I remembered her screaming, begging me to stop, no one could hear her though, I have to say though, she did manage to stab me once. Quite a fighter, he laughed while talking. Everything in me was boiling, his words have made me angry.
If you ever touch her again, I will end you, you baster, I spat with hate. Quickly I used my purse to slap him in his face, but I wasn't fast enough to get out and run. He grab my hand , and slapped me across my face with his gun, causing my lips to burst... IF YOU EVER TRY THAT AGAIN I WILL KILL YOU, he yelled furious... I swallowed shaking my head rapidly.
Call her. Call her and tell her to meet you at Western Beach, he said. My hands were shaking so bad, I could hardly dial my sister number.
It was ringing but no answer. Come on Emily, pick up the phone, I repeated in my mind.
Aver, where are you why aren't you home as yet, my sister asked worry laced in her voice.... Emily c. Ca. Can you meet me at the Western Beach, I asked while stuttering over my words.. Aver what's wrong, she asked alarm.. Please Emily meet me there, i.. My word was cut short has he snatched the phone from my hand. That's enough talking he said...
While we drive to the beach, I was thinking of ways to save my sister. I will not let him kill her, she already been through enough. I remember the nights she stayed up crying, she was afraid of everyone, she always thought someone were outside her window at night. She Slept under the bed. I remembered when our dad tried to see her, she would screamed, telling him to get away from her, saying she don't want be hurt anymore. For almost two years she did not leave the house, her room occupied her. She would only allowed our mom and I inside, but she would always stay in the corner of her bed, hold her foots up to her chest, while tears stained her face.
Our mom and dad was out of it. Daddy was in rage, mom was emotionally broken , but I kept my family together. When she started coming around, it was slowly with the help of a therapist. One night we were coming home and she saw him, he was smiling, I did not know what was going through her mind, neither did I know she had bought a gun.
She was fast, but I saw the rage in her eyes as she pull out the gun, four shoots were heard, looking ahead of me Jonathan was on the ground, blood was rushing from his body. I thought he was dead as he seemed lifeless.
We're here, he said. Has the car come to an halt, I opened my door walking out, has he grabbed my right arm, positioning the gun to the left side of my head. You better make sure she comes, for your sake, or else your body will lay lifeless here, he said bitterness lacing his voice.
Aver, I heard Emily running towards me. YOU, she said angry and fear lacing her voice. Take your hands off of her, she said. Hahah! He laughed.. Look at you, I made you stronger I see, he smirk.
I will Wipe that smirk off your ugly face, Emily said angrily.
You took something from me that I can never have back. For almost two years I was lost, broken to no repair. I thought I kill you, but I guess a cat really do have nine life, Emily said with clear relaxation and attitude. How much did I take the last time I saw you, four right. That means you have three life leave, Emily smirk.
It seems her words had drawn more into him, Jonathan remove the gun from my head pointing it at my sister, I couldn't let her be kill, I will not let him kill her. I bite him on his hand that he's using to hold me, he cried out but a shot was heard, not giving in to look if Emily had gotten hurt, I tackle him to the ground, he flipped me over, sitting on top of me, he was about to shoot me when three shots were heard, opening my eyes, I saw blood spilling from his mouth and he fall in me.
He was heavy but I mange to push him off of me. Aver, I heard Emily called out... Are you okay, she asked, sounding as if she was going to pass out. I quickly ran over to her, dailing 911. The bullet catch her in her chest, not close to her heart, but it had done damage it seems.
Don't talk, I told her. Just hold on Emi. I told her. I started to cry, I love you sis, don't die. Soon the Ambulance came. Emily was taking to the hospital where she was rush into surgery. She will make it, I heard.
A year later Emily and I had finish backing. We are moving to Dubai.
© Tenisha Sterling
Wide, frightened eyes took in the casual gait of the man walking towards her. Cold beads of sweat broke out across her forehead. It couldn't be him, could it?
It was him! That smirk on his thin lips was too cruel to belong to someone else.
I tried to run, but fail as he pull out his Gun.
Do not move, he said.
Sweats crawl down my spin. He's a wicked man, a abuser.
How did he find me here, I have no idea.
What do you want, I asked. He smirk, making him look more evil, like that's even possible. Now you're asking me what do I want, he fired back... I tried to reason with you at the funeral, but you didn't listen instead you told me to leave. Get in the car, he said. I was frozen , with the 45 slicer weapon pointing right between my eyes. I felt weak, but I could not move, no I could not go with him. GET IN THE CAR, he yelled pushing the gun more to my face.
Better yet, how could it be! After the funeral he was shot.
She had killed him years ago!...
She should had kept her mouth shout, he said, while watching to see if I'm going to run. Click! He opens the door to the passenger seat, urging me inside. I climb in still shaking from what could happen to night. He seems more out of it. His clothes are torn , bags underneath is eyes, when was the last time he took a shower, God he smells like death...
Quickly he moved to his side of the car, while pointing the gun at me. Has he made his way in, click! He closed the doors.
Your sister is still beautiful I see, he smirk evily. I remembered her screaming, begging me to stop, no one could hear her though, I have to say though, she did manage to stab me once. Quite a fighter, he laughed while talking. Everything in me was boiling, his words have made me angry.
If you ever touch her again, I will end you, you baster, I spat with hate. Quickly I used my purse to slap him in his face, but I wasn't fast enough to get out and run. He grab my hand , and slapped me across my face with his gun, causing my lips to burst... IF YOU EVER TRY THAT AGAIN I WILL KILL YOU, he yelled furious... I swallowed shaking my head rapidly.
Call her. Call her and tell her to meet you at Western Beach, he said. My hands were shaking so bad, I could hardly dial my sister number.
It was ringing but no answer. Come on Emily, pick up the phone, I repeated in my mind.
Aver, where are you why aren't you home as yet, my sister asked worry laced in her voice.... Emily c. Ca. Can you meet me at the Western Beach, I asked while stuttering over my words.. Aver what's wrong, she asked alarm.. Please Emily meet me there, i.. My word was cut short has he snatched the phone from my hand. That's enough talking he said...
While we drive to the beach, I was thinking of ways to save my sister. I will not let him kill her, she already been through enough. I remember the nights she stayed up crying, she was afraid of everyone, she always thought someone were outside her window at night. She Slept under the bed. I remembered when our dad tried to see her, she would screamed, telling him to get away from her, saying she don't want be hurt anymore. For almost two years she did not leave the house, her room occupied her. She would only allowed our mom and I inside, but she would always stay in the corner of her bed, hold her foots up to her chest, while tears stained her face.
Our mom and dad was out of it. Daddy was in rage, mom was emotionally broken , but I kept my family together. When she started coming around, it was slowly with the help of a therapist. One night we were coming home and she saw him, he was smiling, I did not know what was going through her mind, neither did I know she had bought a gun.
She was fast, but I saw the rage in her eyes as she pull out the gun, four shoots were heard, looking ahead of me Jonathan was on the ground, blood was rushing from his body. I thought he was dead as he seemed lifeless.
We're here, he said. Has the car come to an halt, I opened my door walking out, has he grabbed my right arm, positioning the gun to the left side of my head. You better make sure she comes, for your sake, or else your body will lay lifeless here, he said bitterness lacing his voice.
Aver, I heard Emily running towards me. YOU, she said angry and fear lacing her voice. Take your hands off of her, she said. Hahah! He laughed.. Look at you, I made you stronger I see, he smirk.
I will Wipe that smirk off your ugly face, Emily said angrily.
You took something from me that I can never have back. For almost two years I was lost, broken to no repair. I thought I kill you, but I guess a cat really do have nine life, Emily said with clear relaxation and attitude. How much did I take the last time I saw you, four right. That means you have three life leave, Emily smirk.
It seems her words had drawn more into him, Jonathan remove the gun from my head pointing it at my sister, I couldn't let her be kill, I will not let him kill her. I bite him on his hand that he's using to hold me, he cried out but a shot was heard, not giving in to look if Emily had gotten hurt, I tackle him to the ground, he flipped me over, sitting on top of me, he was about to shoot me when three shots were heard, opening my eyes, I saw blood spilling from his mouth and he fall in me.
He was heavy but I mange to push him off of me. Aver, I heard Emily called out... Are you okay, she asked, sounding as if she was going to pass out. I quickly ran over to her, dailing 911. The bullet catch her in her chest, not close to her heart, but it had done damage it seems.
Don't talk, I told her. Just hold on Emi. I told her. I started to cry, I love you sis, don't die. Soon the Ambulance came. Emily was taking to the hospital where she was rush into surgery. She will make it, I heard.
A year later Emily and I had finish backing. We are moving to Dubai.
© Tenisha Sterling
