Four or Dead by G O A

Four or Dead

"Your mother had a difficult labor with you, and after she had you, no matter how many times I tried, she never got pregnant again. So, I got stuck with you." Nice. Really nice to know what he really thinks about me. He pulls the trigger again. My heart almost stops beating. Is he playing Russian Roulette with me? "But your mother loved you very much. She said you were special." He snorts. "I don't know what's so special about a bitch in heat like you," he says as his right hand- the one he is holding the pistol with-moves around. And then he shoots again, the pistol firing, and the bullet grazes my left cheek. A whimper rushes from my lips, and my hands tremble. Blood runs down my face, but I am so stunned and scared I don't dare move. My father laughs. "I missed."

If I don't do something soon, he will kill me. "You said Carlos paid your debts. I thought your business was going well." Maybe if I keep him distracted by talking to him, I will find a way to stop him before he harms me

He stands and looks for something in the cabinet. I don't attempt to run because the yacht is small, and there is nowhere I can hide, plus he has a gun. But that doesn't mean I won't defend myself. His back is to me, and as quietly as I can, I grab one of the empty bottles from the table and hide in the waistband of my yoga pants. It is small, and if I am lucky, he won't notice it under my clothes. I am done arranging my baggy t-shirt when he turns on his heels, a bottle of cheap liquor in his hand

Sitting back at the table, he says, "I didn't take your mother's death well, so I started gambling." After drinking from the bottle, he adds, "I lost all my money in less than a year. Then I started spending the money your mother left for you." My mother left me money? I suppose it does not matter anymore since he lost everything. "It was in a trust fund, and, puff, it is also gone in one night." He laughs and drinks some

more

I am starting to believe he has lost his mind. "My bladder is killing me

Do you think I can use the bathroom?"

He narrows his eyes. "Clean that blood from your face as well. I want you to look your best when you reach your new home."

"My new home?" I try to find out more about his plans for me

A cruel grin appears on his face. "For some reason, Carlos still wants

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you

Dios! He is taking me to Carlos? "We are returning to the States? In this yacht?"

"I thought you wanted to use the bathroom."

I have to make him talk. Maybe if he gets drunk enough, his tongue will loosen. "Yes."

I stand, and my father's gaze falls on my stomach. What will I do if he notices the bottle? The t-shirt belongs to Reyes and falls down to my

knees. Two people my size can fit inside it

"We will have to take care of that bastard before we meet up with Carlos."

I will kill him before he tries anything. "You would hurt your grandson?"

"No child coming from a slut like you is my grandson," he snarls

Does he think his words can harm me? The moment Carlos told me my father disowned me, I felt like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I no longer have to be the perfect daughter who tried to gain his love

"And before you go to the bathroom, put the bottle back where it was." My back stiffens because I was sure he didn't see me taking it. "Try anything foolish, and I will tie you to the chair until we reach Carlos."

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I pull out the bottle and go to the bathroom. After I use the toilet and wash my hands, I look for something I can use. Anything can make the difference between life and death. The mirror is missing, and except for the toilet paper, there is nothing else in the bathroomText content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I scream internally. If only I wasn't a total bitch with Stefan, he would never have left me alone, and my father would not have had the opportunity to kidnap me. I could have screamed Reyes or Alekos's name instead of that of Jason. I don't even like him. He was a freaking creep in high school. I don't understand how someone like him can have such a sweet sister like Olivia. I guess she wasn't that sweet if she

killed her best friend

After I look for the second time in the drawers in the hopes I missed something, I return to the kitchen

My father is trying to make an egg sandwich, but he is an even worse cook than me. Stepping away from the stove, he says, "This is a woman's job. I'm hungry," and sits at the table

Who is this man? I don't recognize him. He never treated me like this before

A knife is on the counter

If I can snatch it without being seen...

"Don't make me repeat myself!" he yells, and I go to the stove

He tried to toast the bread in the pan he burned. I don't know if I can save it. And the eggs are uncooked. With a sigh, I throw the bread in the trash and put two new slices in the pan, and toast them while I keep an eye on the eggs. When done, I put the plate with the sandwich in front of my father

"T would like to lie down for a while. Being on the yacht makes me seasick."

My father grabs the sandwich and takes a big bite. "Sure," he dismissed me with a flick of his wrist

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I pretend to go look for a place to sleep when I hear his chair moving, and before I can look and see what he is doing, he grabs me by the back of my neck and slams my forehead against the doorframe. It hurts and has me disoriented for a few seconds, but I can't let Carlos and my father win. Tuning my back to him was a mistake. Never let your enemy out of sight. I)

"Didn't I warn you not to try anything foolish?" he hisses in my ear as he yanks the knife from my yoga pants

"Ym sorry," I whimper. "It won't happen again. I promise." He releases me. "Don't test my patience, Angelica." Alekos did say I am stubborn

He sits back in his chair and grabs the egg sandwich from the plate

Taking advantage of him being distracted, I take out the fork from my bra-I guess he did not notice when I took this one from the counter-and stab him in the neck

Blood sprays on my face and hands

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