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“There’s a time to fight and a time to flee... sometimes you’ll know which time is right and sometimes you won’t.”
“You are not going back to that school.” My father said firmly. Yes that’s right. My father.
He had taken a few days off of work and flown in all the way from Canada as soon as he could after Dorian had told him about me being nearly beaten to death.
If I had heard this before the twins I wouldn’t have cared.
“Dad, it’s not the school!” I protested.
His eyes flashed.
“Athena. I don’t think you understand what I’m saying. It’s not safe for you here.”
My heart pounded in my chest. “What do you mean?”
“I’m taking you with me. We are getting you away from this nasty home.”
“No!” I shouted, panicked.
I couldn’t leave Nora and Harris. Especially Harris.
My father’s eyes hardened. “Don’t argue with me Athena. This is for your own sake.” He said calmly, yet sternly.
I stared at my feet. “Okay Dad... I’ll start packing,” I murmured with defeat. My father gave me a smile that didn’t quite meet my eyes and left the room.
I sunk into my bed, hugging my knees to my chest and crying. I looked at my window and with determination opened it. There was a fire exit and I clumsily slipped out of the window.
I descended down the stairs, and as soon as I was on the ground I took off running towards Nora’s house. I just had to see them and say goodbye...
After a few turns I began to grow unsure.
This didn’t seem like the right way.
I looked around the dark streets, noticing it was weirdly empty. There was just Derrick over there and... wait.
My head snapped around and landed on the bulky man. More forms detached themselves from the shadows.
Derrick clicked his tongue. “What is this? Did the little kitten wander away from her mama cat? Tsk tsk... she should have known better.”
I backed up, eyes searching the empty streets for a way of escape. More men leaned casually against walls nearby, their eyes trained on me.
A wicked grin crept onto Derrick’s face. “Looks like you’re surrounded, kitten.” He taunted.
I turned to face him. “What do you want, Derrick?”
He pulled a knife out of his belt, twisting it casually. “You know, kitten, you’ve proven to be more trouble than you’re worth. Thanks to you the police are out for us now... I think it’s time this little game ends.”
I tried to stop myself from quaking, I tried to be brave. “Leave me alone, Derrick. I didn’t do anything to you.”
“Thanks to you my brother is in jail. Thanks to you my parents were arrested when the police stormed our house because of you. Thanks to you my little sister is in foster care... don’t tell me you’ve done nothing.” He growled, advancing towards me.
I screamed, turning and trying to run, but two men jumped out and grabbed my arms, restraining me.
Derrick smirked, raising the knife. “Goodnight, kitten. Have fun in hell.” The knife came flying down towards my chest and everything seemed to move in slow motion.
A large form barreled into Derrick, causing the knife to just slice down my arm instead. The men beside me fell to the ground with thunks as slender fingers were jabbed behind their ears.
I fell into a set of comforting arms, shaking with sobs.
Alex was on top of Derrick, pummeling him with his fists.
“T-there’s more of them!” I choked out through tears.
Harris looked warily at the five or so other men advancing. “Can you run, baby girl?”
“I-I’ll try.” I said softly.
He smiled sadly at me and gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. “I don’t know how you did it, Athena Grace Deerwood, but I am ridiculously in love with you.”
I sniffled, crying as I remembered when he would drop off little gifts when I was at the hospital. When I would wake up and he would have a cup of water for me.
I had done nothing to deserve his attention, much less his love.
“D-don’t get hurt...” I cried, burying my head in his chest. He squeezed me tightly. “I’ll try, Athena.”
I took off running, ignoring the blood trickling from my arm. I heard the sounds of a fight following me, yet I forced myself not to look back. He told me to run.
So I had to run.
I heard sirens in the distance and a strong voice over a microphone. My strength drifted away and I sunk to the ground, the fight drained out of me.