I shook in fear as I felt him hovering over me it scard me out of skin I could already feel his hits coming. As leaned over me I heard angry load foot steps stomping their way towards us. My eyes were closed tight but snapped open when I heard his out burst.
"Dad! Stop!" He'd said firmly.
"This little witch" he stooped down so his mouth was level with my ear. "Was snooping on on our conversation I think I'll..." he chuckled "finish her off in one sweep."
I could feel the cold metal of the knife against my skin against my vocal cord. God, I wasn't even breathing I didn't didn't bother to think. I was to scard for even the slightest movement made he'd surly spit my throw. Then I felt the knife suddenly jerk away. I slowly reluctantly turned and saw Aaron's hand gripped tightly to Dan's arm.
"I'll be damned if I let this happen a second time." His voice colder than south pole his dark and heavy almost as if he weren't himself anymore... at least not the Aaron I knew. 'A
second time?'
"Boy so let me go or I'll have you six feet under in a heart beat." His voice evenly matched his son's as they glared into each others eyes it was Arson who once again broke the tension. He gave into a sour smirk and muttered "Try me." His
old man smirked happily in a twisted gut wrenching tone.
Before my eyes could follow he slammed Aaron against the wall pinning him with his forearm—he held arm a foot off his feet—barking "You wanna try take me down boy be my damn guest!" Aaron didn't even flinch under his words, but I could see the faintest hurt in those eyes of his. "I'm tucked before I let you of all people take me down you hear!?" I heard Aaron groan seconds later. He head butted his farther and kneed him in the gut the moment his feet touched the floor. As leaned over Dan took Aaron by the neck and chock slammed him to the wooden floor.
Aaron got the breath knocked out of him and he took advantage of the moment he sliced his soon with the knife across the chest—in a down ward motion starting at the top of his left shoulder and down— the blade ripped his shirt and I could see the blood starting to spill. Again I paniced and this time took Dan's wrist that held the dagger and yelled "Stop it!
You can't do this to your own son! You can't murderer him, he's your very flesh and blood damn it!" It seemed so simple for him to knock me down to the floor he turned the dagger to me and stated firm and clear as day. "You stay this you hear me girl?!" "But you-" "Stella go to your room." It wasn't Dan who'd gave
the order but Aaron I looked at him he gazed viciously at his Dad. Then turned it on me seeing I hadn't moved. He frowned at me and said "Now. Stella." I held gaze for several moments then nodded and quickly left to my room.
"Aww how sweet of you trying to protect your little girlfriend."
Dan chuckled "but that won't save her once you're dead." Aaron didn't reply as I opened the door to walk into my room I gave him one last glance his face hard and still like a statue. His eyes hollow with no emotions. "I hate you old man." He stated and left to his room, deciding he would no longer fight with his senseless farther.
I watched as Danil left to headquarters and slammed the door behind him. I closed the door after that surprised Izzy was still asleep I moved over to the window sill I sat there starring at stars. Then my earlier memories sucked me in.
My old friend Ryan had been standing at the open window starring at the sky and it made me curious so I walked over next to him, "I truly believe the stars are the dead." Ryan said starring at the stars. Ryan was—still is— a great friend of mine. He's four years older than me.
"What?" I asked confused.
He looked down smiling at me "Where else can the dead go? I mean if they don't wander the earth being ghost?"
I starred at him considering those words after a while I struggled, "I'm not sure I don't know what to believe."
"I understand. . . well I think we should get some sleep." he walked over to his bed gave me a smile and said "Goodnight Stella." I smiled back and walked to my bed—on the other side of the room— responding "Sweet dreams Ryan." that morning I woke up and Ryan wasn't there, I never saw him again.
I sighed thinking of him made me anxious to see him all over again. Wrapping my arms around myself I walked over to my bed where lay consumed in my thought on Ryan then they moved on what Danil had done—exactly— to Aaron's mom and how we'd escape.
"Dad! Stop!" He'd said firmly.
"This little witch" he stooped down so his mouth was level with my ear. "Was snooping on on our conversation I think I'll..." he chuckled "finish her off in one sweep."
I could feel the cold metal of the knife against my skin against my vocal cord. God, I wasn't even breathing I didn't didn't bother to think. I was to scard for even the slightest movement made he'd surly spit my throw. Then I felt the knife suddenly jerk away. I slowly reluctantly turned and saw Aaron's hand gripped tightly to Dan's arm.
"I'll be damned if I let this happen a second time." His voice colder than south pole his dark and heavy almost as if he weren't himself anymore... at least not the Aaron I knew. 'A
second time?'
"Boy so let me go or I'll have you six feet under in a heart beat." His voice evenly matched his son's as they glared into each others eyes it was Arson who once again broke the tension. He gave into a sour smirk and muttered "Try me." His
old man smirked happily in a twisted gut wrenching tone.
Before my eyes could follow he slammed Aaron against the wall pinning him with his forearm—he held arm a foot off his feet—barking "You wanna try take me down boy be my damn guest!" Aaron didn't even flinch under his words, but I could see the faintest hurt in those eyes of his. "I'm tucked before I let you of all people take me down you hear!?" I heard Aaron groan seconds later. He head butted his farther and kneed him in the gut the moment his feet touched the floor. As leaned over Dan took Aaron by the neck and chock slammed him to the wooden floor.
Aaron got the breath knocked out of him and he took advantage of the moment he sliced his soon with the knife across the chest—in a down ward motion starting at the top of his left shoulder and down— the blade ripped his shirt and I could see the blood starting to spill. Again I paniced and this time took Dan's wrist that held the dagger and yelled "Stop it!
You can't do this to your own son! You can't murderer him, he's your very flesh and blood damn it!" It seemed so simple for him to knock me down to the floor he turned the dagger to me and stated firm and clear as day. "You stay this you hear me girl?!" "But you-" "Stella go to your room." It wasn't Dan who'd gave
the order but Aaron I looked at him he gazed viciously at his Dad. Then turned it on me seeing I hadn't moved. He frowned at me and said "Now. Stella." I held gaze for several moments then nodded and quickly left to my room.
"Aww how sweet of you trying to protect your little girlfriend."
Dan chuckled "but that won't save her once you're dead." Aaron didn't reply as I opened the door to walk into my room I gave him one last glance his face hard and still like a statue. His eyes hollow with no emotions. "I hate you old man." He stated and left to his room, deciding he would no longer fight with his senseless farther.
I watched as Danil left to headquarters and slammed the door behind him. I closed the door after that surprised Izzy was still asleep I moved over to the window sill I sat there starring at stars. Then my earlier memories sucked me in.
My old friend Ryan had been standing at the open window starring at the sky and it made me curious so I walked over next to him, "I truly believe the stars are the dead." Ryan said starring at the stars. Ryan was—still is— a great friend of mine. He's four years older than me.
"What?" I asked confused.
He looked down smiling at me "Where else can the dead go? I mean if they don't wander the earth being ghost?"
I starred at him considering those words after a while I struggled, "I'm not sure I don't know what to believe."
"I understand. . . well I think we should get some sleep." he walked over to his bed gave me a smile and said "Goodnight Stella." I smiled back and walked to my bed—on the other side of the room— responding "Sweet dreams Ryan." that morning I woke up and Ryan wasn't there, I never saw him again.
I sighed thinking of him made me anxious to see him all over again. Wrapping my arms around myself I walked over to my bed where lay consumed in my thought on Ryan then they moved on what Danil had done—exactly— to Aaron's mom and how we'd escape.
