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Chapter 23
The final showdown
I was in so much pain, my stomach screamed, my mind screamed, my life screamed, I screamed.
Mom was laughing, enjoying the pain I was suffering as she slowly twisted the knife. Sucking in a deep breath, I screamed the most loudest and terrifying scream I could come up with while I was in so much pain.
Mission accomplished, everyone look frightened, I myself was a bit scared at how it sounded. I managed to scream so loud that the window broke.
Mom backed up, but summoning some strength I ran to her grabbed her neck and pulled her ito a wall. Her head made contact and a soft crack was heard, she howled in pain and clutched it, but I wasn’t down yet, I pulled her to the ground.
She fell like the pathetic excuse she was. I looked at her. “This is all your fault!”
From the corner of my eye I could see Corrie working with the the rope on her, in a few minutos I she was rushing por my side, and she grabbed my stomach tenderly and pulled me away from her. I collapsed and sobbed in a defeated heap.
Corrie rubbed my shoulders and kissed both of my cheeks, she runs to the others and untie’s there’s ropes, during that I rush to Bellaire’s side, I see her twitching, and realized it was a gun, but it was silent when she shot it.
I cupped her cheeks and told her it would be okay. She nodded and whispered. “Check your…friend.”
America!
I nod and I see that Corrie is occupied, so I walk slowly and wince at the pain as I make my way downstairs.
I see Amercia now layed por Azerien brathing hard, father stands over her.
Anger develops me as I think of all that’s happened because of him. A weird feeling forms in my stomach, my vision swarms, and I barely recognize my own voice as I run to him. I hold the gun my mom had and I shoot him in both legs, probably disabling him for good.
“Zyanna!” America cries looking at me. “I thought tu were dead.”
“I’m not,” I tell her dropping the gun. I fall to the floor.
“Zyanna!” America rushes to my side, I can see her camisa, camiseta is torn at the sleeve and an ugly scar will soon be where she was cut.
“I…can’t breathe,” I manage to say.
America cradles me in my arms, tears fall down her face. “You’ll be okay, it’s going to be fine, the police and an amubulance is coming…”
“Azerien?” I ask.
America starts to shake, “Everything we’ll be fine, just…I’ll patch tu up.”
America stands and runs to the kitchen, then runs upstairs. She comes back with the whole gang, who have a first aid kit, and other things like alcohol, paper towels, and water.
Donnie and Xavier hold up mother, who looks to have passed out, they drop onto the floor and rush to mines and Azerien’s side. Cory hepls Bellaire walk, and America opens up the kit and starts working, Cali helping her.
The siguiente few minutos went por in a blur, I went in and out of conscious, I’d wake up to see America o Cali patching me up.
Now when did the police come?
Well, I can see one of the reasons father liked this town, because a full hora later (two counting what had happened when we got here) the police fially came. por that time we were all fine patched up and sitting on the sofá watching tv.
We told them everything and they took my parents away, the ambulancia took all of us to the hospital. A place were lives were dado segundo chances.
Chapter 24
Freedom awaits
Two months later and we were in our new and improved house celebrating Azerien’s birthday.
Oh, yeah, and we all lived.
Huhraa!
Azerien groaned as we cornered him in the living room and sang happy birthday, but he smiled. I hugged him as soon as we were done.
“Ow, Zy, tu know my stomach is a bit tender,” he complained.
“So is mine,” I retorted. “So how does it feel to be eighteen.”
“Well…I think tu may have to start respecting this grown up.”
I laughed. “I’ve always had.”
“And tu always will,” Azerien told me, hugging me and making my stomach protest.
Karma can be so cruel.
Bellaire joined the hug, and then soon Cory screamed “GROUP HUG!” and attacked us as the gang followed suit.
The aftermath of everything happened good in my opinion, father was sent to prison for life and mother was asking an appeal for her life sentence. Since Azerien was now eighteen he can Bellaire’s and mine’s guardian until were eighteen. Plus my dare devil’s are alive!
Ultimate girly squeal!
The whole town knows about it too, it’s still on the news, and tons of kids from school have been calling our cells non stop. We were popular. Even the teacher’s called us, though Mr. Raquez visited us frequently and do did Mrs.Darren, o Judy as she likes to be called.
I was so relived we all lived through it, the only downfall was not doing it any sooner. Now my new family, we told each other everything. The guys had sleep overs almost every night, there parents understood and didn’t protest…much.
I hugged the guys hard, enjoying every breath I took. I’ll always amor my father, I’ll always amor my mother, but what they did was wrong, and honestly I wouldn’t do anything to get them out of jail.
I had a new better family, that actually cared about me. Sebastian was here too, Bellaire called him during the time we waited for the police, he was immediately accepted.
So I guess that means were free.
Freedom!
So during the dangerous game of Daredevil’s Vs. Murderer’s, Daredevil’s will always win.
Deal with it.
Thanks for reading!
Chapter 23
The final showdown
I was in so much pain, my stomach screamed, my mind screamed, my life screamed, I screamed.
Mom was laughing, enjoying the pain I was suffering as she slowly twisted the knife. Sucking in a deep breath, I screamed the most loudest and terrifying scream I could come up with while I was in so much pain.
Mission accomplished, everyone look frightened, I myself was a bit scared at how it sounded. I managed to scream so loud that the window broke.
Mom backed up, but summoning some strength I ran to her grabbed her neck and pulled her ito a wall. Her head made contact and a soft crack was heard, she howled in pain and clutched it, but I wasn’t down yet, I pulled her to the ground.
She fell like the pathetic excuse she was. I looked at her. “This is all your fault!”
From the corner of my eye I could see Corrie working with the the rope on her, in a few minutos I she was rushing por my side, and she grabbed my stomach tenderly and pulled me away from her. I collapsed and sobbed in a defeated heap.
Corrie rubbed my shoulders and kissed both of my cheeks, she runs to the others and untie’s there’s ropes, during that I rush to Bellaire’s side, I see her twitching, and realized it was a gun, but it was silent when she shot it.
I cupped her cheeks and told her it would be okay. She nodded and whispered. “Check your…friend.”
America!
I nod and I see that Corrie is occupied, so I walk slowly and wince at the pain as I make my way downstairs.
I see Amercia now layed por Azerien brathing hard, father stands over her.
Anger develops me as I think of all that’s happened because of him. A weird feeling forms in my stomach, my vision swarms, and I barely recognize my own voice as I run to him. I hold the gun my mom had and I shoot him in both legs, probably disabling him for good.
“Zyanna!” America cries looking at me. “I thought tu were dead.”
“I’m not,” I tell her dropping the gun. I fall to the floor.
“Zyanna!” America rushes to my side, I can see her camisa, camiseta is torn at the sleeve and an ugly scar will soon be where she was cut.
“I…can’t breathe,” I manage to say.
America cradles me in my arms, tears fall down her face. “You’ll be okay, it’s going to be fine, the police and an amubulance is coming…”
“Azerien?” I ask.
America starts to shake, “Everything we’ll be fine, just…I’ll patch tu up.”
America stands and runs to the kitchen, then runs upstairs. She comes back with the whole gang, who have a first aid kit, and other things like alcohol, paper towels, and water.
Donnie and Xavier hold up mother, who looks to have passed out, they drop onto the floor and rush to mines and Azerien’s side. Cory hepls Bellaire walk, and America opens up the kit and starts working, Cali helping her.
The siguiente few minutos went por in a blur, I went in and out of conscious, I’d wake up to see America o Cali patching me up.
Now when did the police come?
Well, I can see one of the reasons father liked this town, because a full hora later (two counting what had happened when we got here) the police fially came. por that time we were all fine patched up and sitting on the sofá watching tv.
We told them everything and they took my parents away, the ambulancia took all of us to the hospital. A place were lives were dado segundo chances.
Chapter 24
Freedom awaits
Two months later and we were in our new and improved house celebrating Azerien’s birthday.
Oh, yeah, and we all lived.
Huhraa!
Azerien groaned as we cornered him in the living room and sang happy birthday, but he smiled. I hugged him as soon as we were done.
“Ow, Zy, tu know my stomach is a bit tender,” he complained.
“So is mine,” I retorted. “So how does it feel to be eighteen.”
“Well…I think tu may have to start respecting this grown up.”
I laughed. “I’ve always had.”
“And tu always will,” Azerien told me, hugging me and making my stomach protest.
Karma can be so cruel.
Bellaire joined the hug, and then soon Cory screamed “GROUP HUG!” and attacked us as the gang followed suit.
The aftermath of everything happened good in my opinion, father was sent to prison for life and mother was asking an appeal for her life sentence. Since Azerien was now eighteen he can Bellaire’s and mine’s guardian until were eighteen. Plus my dare devil’s are alive!
Ultimate girly squeal!
The whole town knows about it too, it’s still on the news, and tons of kids from school have been calling our cells non stop. We were popular. Even the teacher’s called us, though Mr. Raquez visited us frequently and do did Mrs.Darren, o Judy as she likes to be called.
I was so relived we all lived through it, the only downfall was not doing it any sooner. Now my new family, we told each other everything. The guys had sleep overs almost every night, there parents understood and didn’t protest…much.
I hugged the guys hard, enjoying every breath I took. I’ll always amor my father, I’ll always amor my mother, but what they did was wrong, and honestly I wouldn’t do anything to get them out of jail.
I had a new better family, that actually cared about me. Sebastian was here too, Bellaire called him during the time we waited for the police, he was immediately accepted.
So I guess that means were free.
Freedom!
So during the dangerous game of Daredevil’s Vs. Murderer’s, Daredevil’s will always win.
Deal with it.
Thanks for reading!
Sea around,
This is a place,
Nightmares are found.
Stinking bogs,
And tombstones black,
It is waiting,
To attack.
Enter now,
And tu will find,
Objects of,
The destroyed kind.
Bloody puddles,
Broken mirrors,
Headless dolls,
All to fuel your fears.
Around the corner,
Darkness waits,
For the siguiente victim,
And his fate.
Death and distress,
Blood and gore,
Normal things,
That we adore.
Twins in life,
Death as well,
Pale and ghostly,
We won't tell.
What had happened,
Late one night,
After she barked,
Before the bite.
Now we lay,
In watery grave,
Bodies empty,
Souls not saved.
Until the night,
We answer her call,
Haunt the living,
Until they fall.