บท 11: Part XI
Past three in the morning. Who'd come here by this time. Or did Jake and Betty hear my screams? If they did, why are they just coming now? I look at Dylan with fearful eyes and shake my head, telling him not to open the door. I can't take anymore pain today.
The knock comes again, louder this time and I tremble in my spot.
"Go into the bathroom now and lock the door", Dylan suddenly says and gets up, helping me stand.
"But I can't leave you" I try to decline, hot tears forming in my eyes.
"You have to.
Let me tell you one thing Crystal," he says and they knock again, more like a bang this time, "if I die, you'll live. Don't hesitate to save yourself when the time comes."
With that, he plants a kiss on my forehead, letting me go painfully and closing the door behind him.
"Don't." He says before clicking the door shut and I hurriedly lock it with the key.
My heart starts pounding in my chest at the feeling of being alone, fear instills into my bones, my fingers trembling and knees shaky. I hear the door open in the bedroom followed by muffled voices but I can tell it's Jake saying something now.
I put my hand on my chest, feeling the cold metal of the golden key in my shirt creating a little bit of hope in me. "We can make it out alive", I reassure myself.
"Where the fuck is she?!!" Jake's thunderous voice echoes throughout the room startling the daylight out of me.
"I don't know, okay. I just told you that", Dylan yells in response but not as loud as Jake.
"Do you realise what you're doing? You're going to go against the traditions knowing fully well the outcome?" Jake says, sounding really angry and frustrated.
"What insane tradition is this? Huh? This fetish diabolical ritual I never chose?!!"
"But you're a Connor Dylan, you have no freaking choice"
"I do!! Okay? I've made my choice and nothing's going to change that".
"Then so be it", Jake says followed by cracking sickening sounds of bones breaking and Jake growling loudly sounding just like when the beast was taking over Dylan. Is he going to kill Dylan? His own son? If anything happens to Dylan, he'd find me and kill me too.
"If I die, you'll live.", Dylan's words echo in my head and then it clicks, he wants to die, for me.
No, I won't accept that. I won't be able to live with myself if that happens. Dylan's cry brings me from my thoughts, causing tears to flow freely from my eyes.
"Tell me where she is!", Jake says, his voice not sounding like his any longer.
Dylan responds but it's vague and I can't hear him clearly.
What do I do? What can I do? I walk around the bathroom in panic, trying to think of a way out.
Trying to remember everything that's happened and Dylan has said since we left home, hoping to find a clue or something.
There has to be something, he can't just die on me like this.
"This is your last chance Dylan, don't make me do this", Jake says again, Dylan's loud groans and cries the only response he gets.
Think Crystal. Think fast! I shout inwardly at myself and just then, my eyes find the cabinet and I remember.
My memories flooding back. The gun. How could I have forgotten about it.
Hurriedly, I open the first drawer removing all the towels in it but finding nothing.
Dylan's groans gets louder and I search quicker, finding the gun lying patiently in the last drawer.
"Yes!", I whisper yell to myself in joy then try to hold it firmly in my trembling hands.
I have to do this. for Dylan, for myself and for our future.
Trying to look confident and fearless, I unlock the door and kick it open, holding the gun with both hands high in the air.
The scene before me is not what I expected to see.
Betty's nowhere to be found and Jake looks just like the beast that fought me earlier, only bigger and fiercer, his face looking almost like a werewolf's and his fangs longer than Dylan's.
He has his right hand up in the air with his index finger pointing high in the air...at Dylan.
My eyes pop out the moment I see him.
A pain stricken Dylan, his hand around his neck as if trying to pry something off, his eye red and bulging, his legs flailing in the air, his face getting paler by the second.
How is Jake even able to hold him in the air without touching him?.
"Let go of him!", I shout on the top of my lungs aiming my gun at him, sounding really confident but trembling inside.
Immediately, they both look at me in shock and Jake drops his hand causing Dylan to fall mercilessly to the ground.
"And the princess shows up" Jake says, a cocky smile playing on his lips as he advances towards me slowly.
"Stand back!", I shout, "or I'll shoot you".
He laughs eerily, his eyes not leaving mine and then stops at once.
"I'd like to see you try little one."
"Crystal", Dylan's coughs out, trying to stand up and I run to him not minding Jake.
"Are you okay?", I say putting his head on my thigh as I crouch down beside him.
"Yes", he nods but obviously still in pains. "I told you to stay back".
"He'd have killed you then come for me"
"No, you don't understand".
"I do, okay. I understand," I tell him with a tear strolling down my left cheek even though I'm still confused as to why all this is happening, "and I won't let you do what you're about to do."
With that, I get up with the gun heavy in my hand and determination heavy in my heart.
"Aw. Isn't this a really nice show." Jake says with so much sarcasm I could almost taste it.
I can't believe this is the same man who I loved and adored as a father all this while. It's just disheartening. I glare at him with so much hatred and resent, pointing my gun at him, aiming for the head.
"How pitiful Dylan," he rests his back on the wall crossing his arms so casually, "I thought you were better than Damien. But you disappoint me, you're even weaker".
"Don't you talk about him that way", Dylan growls, sounding really hateful and pained.
"Why? You miss him? You miss your dear older brother?" Jake says in mockery and I just stare between the two, still pointing my gun at him.
"Stop", Dylan says lowly, dangerously.
"He was a coward who couldn't face his problems"
"Stop!!"
"He killed himself to escape, that bastard".
"Stop!!!", Dylan cries and charges towards Jake, tackling him to the ground and growling really loudly, almost inhumanely.
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