Daddy Please 13

I was sure that even though we were about 20 feet away from her she’d

hear the beating of my heart. I thought someone even a MILE away would be

able to hear the drastic thumping. But, apparently, as she locked her door

and continued on her way, she hadn’t heard it. I sighed a breath of

frustration, and immediately regretted it as Brian dug his thumb into the

pressure point on my wrist, warning me to watch what I do, or what noises I

make. I snapped my wrist away and felt his glare on me. She hadn’t heard

my sigh, much to my chagrin, and didn’t even pause as she started walking

down the sidewalk, towards the parking lot. I WANTED her to hear me, so

she’d know to run. I was starting to regret this decision.

Too late now, I thought in my head as Brian started pulling me along,

stalking the innocent woman. Since I was behind Brian I decided to look

around to see if I could spot Nell. I couldn’t. He must be goood at this.

Another good thing about Nell. Great. Like I need another reason to fall in

love with that boy.

I, being in flops and numb as ice, practically got dragged along as we

pursued the woman. As she halted to unlock her car, Brian lunged. Without

hesitation and without faltering a step, he grabbed the woman by the neck,

and started hauling her towards the back of the building. Of course, she was

putting up a fight. Brian had his hand over her mouth and her arms tight

around her body. Since he was much bigger and obviously more strong, her

struggles were of no use. Her blonde mane whipped and her plain purple

tee-shirt ripped with the force being used. I stood there not 10 feet away,

my eyes wide. I was paralyzed, once again, with fear and awe.

Her tennis shoe covered feet were digging into the concrete as best as

she could get them too, and Brian was grunting with the fight she was

putting up.

Oh my god Nell, please be calling the cops, I silently prayed. I could do

nothing but follow as they got farther and farther away. So I followed them

behind the apartment building, under a tree, where no one was guaranteed

to see us. Further back from the apartment was just a little region of

wooded area, so there was no one there. For a minute we just stood there,

the woman mumbling behind Brian’s hand, me WANTING to help, and Brian

trying to tame her.

I couldn’t help but glance at the woman’s face and notice just how pretty

she was. Beautiful and young, a full life ahead of her. She caught my eye

and I couldn’t look away from her gaze. I couldn’t tell what color they were,

but I could read the pleading in her eyes. The yearning for me to help, and

worst of all the pity were settled in them . She could tell I didn’t want to be

here, and maybe

even suspected the position I was in. I could tell she felt bad for me. For

ME, when she was the one about to be murdered. My heart beat even faster

and my eyes began to water. My breaths became shallow and quick.

“Take this.” I heard Brian’s gruff voice and snapped out of my haze.

I saw something glimmer and the moonlight and realized it was a knife.

The same knife I had seen him use on the little girl. The blood was now

washed off of it, and it looked new. And it made me sick. I looked at Brian

and saw the murderous expression on his face. The face that I had loved for

my life. And still loved at this very moment.

I reached a shaking hand out and grabbed the bottom of the knife, and

Brian released it. I wrapped my other hand around the one gripping it, and

steadied myself.

“Stab her. In the heart.” It was definitely not a suggestion, but a

command. He was still holding her mouth shut and now had her wrists

pinned behind her back. Brian had his head right beside hers and his face

was turned towards me.

I took a step forward.

I heard a rustle of a tree, but ignored it.

I took another step forward.

I gripped the hilt of the knife hard with my right hand.

I took another step forward.

I was not about two feet away, so I took another step forward.

I lifted the knife to a little above my stomach, pointed at the now struggling

woman. She was screaming and pleading behind the hand. I pulled back my

hand…..and just as I heard a gunshot, plunged the knife right into my

fathers neck.