Chapter 22

My brain was running, here to there, up down, I tried sitting down, but I couldn't, I stood up, but my legs were crumbling returning me back down.

 I picked my phone and looked for Clara's number. She is the only one am going to call, I know she will come pick me up.

 Dialing her number, 

 "Thanks God," her phone was ringing.

 I placed it on loudspeaker while I looked for some clothes to change while at her place. Pacing back and forth, I did not even know which cloth to pack for my sleep-over. 

 "Puuh!" Suddenly there was another shot. 

 I rushed outside and all I saw made me crush down in tears.

 'Why are they fighting tonight?' 

 I have known my parent to have problems, but they have never fought in my presence.

 My dad was down, his white t-shirt covered in scarlet red, my mom was looming over him, a gun in her hands.

 "Mum, I whispered, but she heard me.

 "I said go back to your room Daniella, this doesn't concern you," sue shouted.

 I wanted I pick myself and go to my room, but I couldn't.

 I was too weak, too weak to stand up and go to it room.

 Instead, my body directed itself downstairs and I fell in my dad's body. 

 "Dad," I called out.

 My mother was just standing there helplessly. 

 She was Not helping him out.

 "Mom, why are you not doing anything to help her?" I asked shouting at my mother 

 "Please do something mother, he is bleeding out mom," I cried holding her leg, I didn't want to lose my dad, not today. 

 Even though he is never there with me, even though he never comes to my rescue, I still loved him so much.

 I looked at his eyes, I could clearly see blood leaving them, I could see how empty they were, but looking at me, he was mumbling some words which I couldn't understand.

 I placed my hands on his wound and tied my sweater around his waist, but t didn't seem to help.

 "I am calling the police," I said, pushing my mum aside, but she was so strong for me.

 She slapped me across the floor so hard making me to stumble on the floor.

 "And what will you say, Daniella? What will you say?" She asked, wiping the blood off her hands and wiping the fan using a wet wipe.

 I looked around d me, sure I don't have a story to tell.

 'But I can say my mum shot my dad,' I thought.

 "Did you see her do it?" Asked my inner thought.

 "No!" I told her.

 That is the problem. I saw nothing, I just heard something like a shot, but I don't know whether it was in the house or out.

 I looked at my mum, she had a phone on her fingers, dialing furiously.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Calling for help," she said, unconcerned.

I don't know why she doesn't seem to care, dad is down, looking at him, he was raising his fingers, I rush towards him, but I can't see life in his eye.

"Mom is calling for help," I mumbled to him. I intended to make him feel better, but it seems it didn't change his looks.

I got hold of his hands and tightly pressed them against mine, maybe they will help him.

Tears flowing from my cheeks, his eyes were emotionless, he wasn't here, he wasn't moving, nothing.

"Get off him," shouted m mother.

"No, mom," 

"why are you not calling for help mom?" I asked, stumping my feet down like a little baby.

"I will hate you if he dies, I will kill myself and never will you see his eyes in me, if you hate the resemblance that we both have, then it's good if you let me also die, kill me, kill me mom, what are you waiting for? Uh! You are calling for help? Which help? He is drowning in his own blood mom, he can't even move a finger, look at her," I shouted pointing towards dad's direction. "His face is pale, he has no life,"

I tried to act brave, I wanted my mother to look at me differently tonight, I wanted her to admit that she was wrong, but my action were all useless.

"Can you at least shut your filthy mouth?" She retorted, walking past me.

"You are the one to he blamed for all these!" She shouted, breaking down.

She knows I hate to see her like this, crying, broken.

"Daniella, if you say anything, you will be placed in a foster home for the years remaining. Your privileges will be taken away from you, you will be helpless and lost." She remanded me calmly.

"But why didn't you call for help, mom?" I asked her.

"He pulled the gun on me first?" She said.

"What?" I asked shocked.

Why would dad pull the gun out for mum, why would he want to shoot mum and kill her in cold blood? What's going on here?

"Daniella darling, he wanted to kill me, he wanted," she cried pointing towards my dad's lifeless body.

I was overcomed with emotion.

I don't know what was happening between the two of them. Looking around the house, no one was there. This is unlike our house, the maids are usually around 24/7. 

Does this explain why dad came home early? 

Maybe he sent the maids off.

But why was mom holding the gun when I first came here, she was the one pointing it at dad.

"Sweetheart," she called, holding me by my shoulders. I looked at her and I saw the sadness in her face.

"This is what I want you to say when the police comes in; you were in your room, playing a guitar with your earphones on, then you heard a commotion downstairs. You rushed then you saw a man dressed in black holding your me hostage and your dad was trying to save me. Your dad tried to take the gun from him and that's when he ended up shooting your dad." Cram all of that, and we will be out of trouble.

"But mother…" I tried to resist the manipulation, but he was so fast.

"You love your dad, and if he is dying let him rest in peace, we don't want people speculating about our family. Understood?" She asked.

I nodded just to agree with her.

In seconds the officers were here, ambulance came in gull siren, sitting on the stairs, I was crying helplessly. My mom was grieving at my dad's motionless body, wailing like her life depended on it.

The medics placed my dad's body on a wheelchair, I didn't even need to ask how He is because he had no life left in him. Mom was covered in his blood, her white top now dropping the scarlet blood and her eyes puffy. I forgot she had hit her head with the gun to show that he was hit by the intruder.

I repeated to the officers what my mom told me, she said part of her lie and some guards were left to guard our house.

My mom locked me back into my room, telling me she will be back.

I threw myself on bed, reminiscing of the events.

"Dad, you said you guys were okay, you told me that you were happy with mum. But why try to kill her?" That is the question I wanted to ask him but now thinking of his life's body, he deserved it!

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