Blame It On The Pain Episode 23

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???? Blame It On The Pain TWENTY THREE:

There were a few dark SUV’s around and big men wearing all black suits.

Then I saw something I would never forget.

My father ¢hained up against a wall. His lip was bIeeding, and someone had taken a pair of pl!ers to one of his fingers. My stomach heaved when I saw the bIood dripping down.

I jimmied the door handle in order to go outside to help him, but it was locked.

I crawled over to the console and reached for the phone. I pressed the same button I’d seen my father press many times before.

“Hello Agent Tanner, this is Hannah. Agent Ford Baker has already made me aware of your situation and he’s on his way with backup.”

“H-hello,” I whispered.

“Who is this?” Hannah asked.

“My Daddy’s in trouble. The bad men are hurting him. Tell Ford to come, quick.”

“Is this Agent Tanner’s daughter?” she asked.

“Yes, this is Alyssa. Come quick. He’s bIeeding and they’re doing something to his fingers.”

“Alright sweetheart, please hang tight. Help is on the way. Where are you right now?”

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“No. They can’t see me. Their backs are all turned away from me. And the windows are tinted.”“He told me to stay inside the car. I tried to go outside but all the doors are locked.”

“Does anyone besides your dad know you’re inside the car?”

“No”.

“Okay. Listen, I need you to stay away from the big windshield, Alyssa. It’s not tinted like the other windows are. You can stay on the phone with me, but I need you to go to the backseat and stay down.”

“But then I won’t be able to see them,” I protested.

Just then another car pulled up. My hopes were soon dashed when the door opened and out walked one of the biggest men I’d ever seen. Even bigger than my own father.

He wore an all black suit, dark sunglasses, and he had on shiny leather shoes with metal tips. There was also a fairly large scar on his face that stretched from his ear to his jaw.

His lips turned up in a snarl, and all the other men around him straightened their spines and lifted their heads.

He circled the men and stopped to narrow his eyes in my father’s direction while he took his sunglasses off his face.

His eyes were dark as coal. The scariest eyes I’d ever seen in my life.

And I knew that something very bad was about to happen.

“Hurry. Another man just showed up. He looks big and scary. He has metal tips on his shoes. And his eyes are really dark and there’s a scar on his face.”

I heard her mumble, “Sht, DeLuca himself just showed up. Where the h’ll is backup?”

“Wh-who’s DeLuca?” I asked.

“Make sure you stay down, sweetheart. Don’t let him see you, please.”

Tears pooled in my eyes. “Where’s Ford?”

“He’s on his way, sweetie.”

I sniffled and let out a tiny scream when I saw the man take out some kind of metal object and aim it in my father’s direction.

“Don’t scream, Alyssa,” she warned.

“He’s about to hurt my Daddy. I want to talk to Ford. Please. I’m begging you. If you don’t, I’ll scream as loud as I can.”

“I’ll transfer you over to him right now.”

The line went silent for a moment before I heard the sound of his voice. “Agent Baker.”

“Ford, help.”

“Alyssa?”

The man took another step toward my father. My father had remained strong, but for a single moment, I could see the desperation in his eyes when he saw what was in his hand. And it absolutely terrified me.

“Yeah. He’s about to hurt my Daddy. He’s wearing all black and he has metal tips on his leather shoes. He has a scar and he’s scary and big, like a wrestler. And I’m pretty sure his name is DeLuca something. You need to get here and arrest him.”

“Fk. How do you know that?” He paused. “Wait, are you witnessing everything that’s happening right now?”

“Uh-huh. Where are you?”

“I’m about 5 minutes away. I’ll be there shortly. Stay down and do not get out of the car.”

Three of DeLuca’s men approached my father then.

I breathed a sigh of relief when they un¢hained him.

“They un¢hained him. I think they’re going to let him go.”

“No, that’s not me, Alyssa. Now, stop looking.”“Alyssa, listen to me. I need you to put your head down and stop looking at them. Please, sweetheart.”

“I don’t understand. Wait, another car just pulled up. Is that you?”

I ignored his request. “If it’s not you then who is it?”

I watched in confusion as four more of DeLuca’s men went over to the car and opened the door. They quickly yanked out two males with dark skin. Both men, if you could even call them that- because they looked more like teenagers; wore baggy clothes and had quite a few tattoos. One boy had a blue shirt on, along with a blue bandanna hanging from his back pocket. The other boy was wearing a red shirt and had a red bandanna hanging from his back pocket. They both looked tired and groggy and had bruises and gashes along their faces and arms.

I didn’t understand what they were doing there, or what their involvement was.

I held back a gasp when DeLuca stretched a black glove over his large hand and proceeded to wipe down the metal crowbar.

His men then turned both boys to face one another before they shoved what looked to be g uns in their hands. However, both boys appeared to be too out of it to be aware of what was happening to them.

Maybe Ford was right. Maybe it was best that I didn’t see what was about to happen. I gasped loudly into the phone when I heard two g unshots go off.

My head jerked up and I let out a cry when I saw the two boys slumped over and bIeeding.

My father yelled something at DeLuca then, something about them only being teenagers, I think. But I wasn’t sure because my ears were still ringing from the shots.

DeLuca backhanded my father and my father, in turn, spit bIood at him.

Then he raised the metal crowbar high above his head.

Everything around me stopped when he took the first swing against my father’s skuII.

“No! Daddy! Please, no!” I screamed out at the top of my lungs while hitting the windshield as hard as I could.

“Stop screaming, Alyssa,” Ford pleaded.

But I couldn’t.

I watched as DeLuca continued to bash my father’s skuII in with that crowbar, deforming his once handsome face.

I watched as my father’s body went limp, his bIood pooling around the pavement.

I watched as DeLuca smirked and relished every second of ki lling the man I loved most in the world.

Until his eyes connected with mine.

I screamed even louder…and his smirk grew wider.

Finally, I heard the faint sound of sirens in the distance.

DeLuca took one final look at me before he and his men disappeared into their cars and took off quick as lightning.

I was still screaming when Ford pulled me out of the car and I clung to him for dear life, refusing to be anywhere else.

I was still screaming when Ford pulled up to headquarters and took me inside an interrogation room.I was still screaming when Ford barked orders to cover my father’s body because my eyes couldn’t look away.

I was still screaming when the ambulance pulled up and took out three body bags, instead of stretchers.

Whenever I close my eyes…I’m still screaming.

TO Be Continued