Disclamers
*Possible triggers and slight graphic violence*uneditedI WAS 11 when my father played a part in killing Savannah. I could have sworn I thought I dreamed it. But staring in Mia's emotionless dead eyes, I know I didn't, because instead of a dream it was a nightmare that became my reality. For the first time in ever my life is clear. I remember everything that he forced me not to. All the therapy he forced me to intend, all the smacks to the face I would get. Came back with the hardest blow I have ever recived.
I remember now. I remember because I saw him kill her. Everything was like a forgotten dream, but now its so vivid and clear like it just happened. Savannah had found out something about my dad. I can't remember what but he was so angry. I remember him yelling at her saying "I'm warned you, you'll regret the day you ever opened your mouth little girl" but at the time I thought that maybe she had just called him a bad name and he was going tell her parents or something so I stayed hidden behind the bush as I watched them talk from outside our den. But there was this rage on her her face. She knew something. And she wanted to tell the world. I dont remeber the exact words Savannah said in responds but I remember her saying something like " I dont care. I'm going to tell everyone what you did. When I get done with you you'll be forced to quit your job. Know one will ever hire you after they know what you did"
That was when my dad lost it.His job means everything to him. It was like he transformed into another person when he grabbed Savannah by her hair and yanked her neck back. Im unable to stop the vivid image playing in my head as tear slowly slip from my clouded eyes.
I can remember the sound of her neck being snapped out of place. But even after that she was still screaming she was going to tell, even laughing about it like some maniac but I was 11. I thought that they might have been playing some type of game perhaps so I stayed hidden. But then this other man came out that I now can identify as Mia's father. I knew it couldn't be a game because he had a knife. My dad had gloves on as he placed a palm over her mouth.
I stayed hidden. I didnt help her. She was defenseless. And that's why I always compared myself to her. Like I was the victim in that situation. Why couldn't I remember?
The man took a knife before my very own eyes and stabbed her three times in the back and left her for dead. My father dragged her body a few blocks down, but when he came back I jumped out from the bushes and i told him I saw everything. I told him I was going to tell mom. I didn't even make it towards the door. He had snatched me back and kicked me in the stomach. Then my face. He kept hitting me in the same places telling me it was dream. That I'm dreaming, and when I wake up everything will be okay. He forced me to drink something strong he had in his water bottle and I forgot. But now I never will. Because I helped kill Savannah, because I never tried to save her.A/N
Verrrry deep chapter that I didnt even want to get into this book is way different from the first one because everyones old skeletons r creeping back up.
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