Chapter 4: THREE: Death or Love?

ERICA

I'll wait for you for as long as it takes.

Those words really made me happy, but after all these years of loving her, it only took a girlfriend to make her jealous and make her choke out those words that I wanted to hear the most.

I feel like a total idiot with all this pressure and anxiety I gripped onto my sword hard pulling my sword beside me. I breathe in the air standing in a fighter position with speed and the sharp blade pointing at the back of me in just one breath. I cut down three wooden dolls before putting them back to my scabbard. The sweat was making my shirt very wet.

Coach walked right in clapping his hands. His messy brown goldilocks hair was still getting in the way of his wide chocolate eyes. He smiles and his masculine face turns soft. "Well done! I haven't seen those moves for a while now. So tell me who was the trigger?"

I laugh. "Was I that obvious, Uncle Ben?" He seriously knows me so well. He sat down beside me throwing a towel and I caught it wiping the sweat off my face that was gliding its way down to my face.

"Yes, you are oh, and one last thing please do remember to close the door when you come inside. You have no idea how many girls and boys were like peeking inside the room watching you practice. I blushed. "You have no idea how famous you are in this school. I swear to god if you'd become a model I don't know how large of fans you would have."

"Don't even get me started."

"So was it, Camila, again?" Ben asked.

"How do you know me so well, Uncle Ben?"

"I'm your uncle after all your father put you in my care for a very long time so of course, I know when my precious nephew is down."

"Would you be shocked if I said that I am inside a love triangle situation right now?"

"Not at all."

"Even with Camila inside?"

"What?"

"That was my very first reaction to my uncle. Previously, Camila rejected me and told me she was straight, but yesterday I brought my very first serious girlfriend over for a sleepover. The next day she told me she was falling for me."

"Ugh," he groaned in annoyance.

I only inhale a breath. "Yup! I was like that too."

"So what did you say to her?"

"At first I told her I didn't want any distraction because there was a tournament coming up so she knew the answer, but before she walked out the door I told her I never had stopped thinking about her."

My uncle tried to give me an answer, but later he could only sigh and gave me the most honest answer. "Well, I am never good at relationships. If I did I would be married by now."

"Agreed," we both laughed.

RRrriiiinng!

I picked up my phone. It was Fay. "Hi love," I said with a smile on my face. However, the smile on my face quickly disappeared when I heard Fay's feet running away panting and afraid. "Erica.... help! My father, he is drunk again."

"Fay! where are you, honey?"

"I am inside my bedroom right now locked, but he has another key to my bedroom. Erica! Please... I'm scared."

"Hide I am coming over to you right now." I got up. "Uncle please give me a ride my girlfriend is in danger."

Without further a due, he gave me a lift.

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FAY

I had just arrived home from my summer job. It was tiring working as a waitress in the cafe during the weekend, but it was a good job with good pay. I'll like to keep working here even when the school year starts again. With this salary, I can keep studying and get a high school diploma without a problem. I love studying and learning new things.

Walking inside the living room I just decided to lie down on my sofa without even realizing my eyes began to close themselves and I fell asleep on the sofa. Click Click! My eyes flutter open. Bomb Bomb!

"Dad?" I got off the sofa sleepily. My vision was blurry. My legs wobbled beneath me

from working too much. I got to the door opening it finding my father leaning against the wall. When the wind blew a stench of beer flooded into my nostril. My eyes quickly widened and fear began to creep into my mind. He smiles.

"I miss you, Fay." He said touching my face. My breathing became uneven.

I quickly turned around and was ready to dash forward to my room upstairs, but my father grabbed me by the hair pulling me towards him. I screamed at the pain. Tears ran down my eyes. "Dad.... please... stop! Dad... stop!"

He didn't listen and began to walk inside the kitchen forcing me inside. I tried to hit him and pull my hair right back to me, but his grip was too strong. He opens a drawer taking out a knife. I cried and cried and prayed that he would stop.

When he accidentally slipped down onto the slippery floor I took this chance to run. I took my phone out of my pocket and just dial Erica's number. "Fay! You can't hide from me, honey. I'm not done with you yet!"

Please... Erica. Pick up the phone.

"Hi love," Erica picked up.

I was running as fast as I could. I didn't have the courage to even answer Erica. When I got inside my bedroom locking the door that was when I could talk to her. "Erica.... help! My father, he is drunk again."

"Fay! where are you honey?" she sounded so worried.

"I am inside my bedroom right now locked, but he has another key to my bedroom. Erica! Please... I'm scared." I quickly went inside my closet hiding inside and watched the door through the holes.

"Hide I am coming over to you right now." I cried holding onto the phone. I could only nod my head.

"Please," I begged.

While hiding my hands they were shaking terribly. I couldn't stop them from trembling. My breathing hitched when there was a sound coming outside of the door. I could totally imagine him outside trying to open up the door but could only groan because it was locked. I felt like I was going insane, and I had to go through this every time my father gets drunk. It suffocates me. If it weren't for Erica I would be gone by now. I would've committed suicide.

Now Erica is all I have. She is all I have. I couldn't live without her. The door suddenly burst open, and I saw my father. No. I moved deeper slowly into my closet hoping my father wouldn't see me.

He started to move around the room. "Where are you, Fay?" I put a hand over my mouth to keep any sound from coming out of my mouth. He looked underneath the bed when he couldn't find anything. He moved towards the closet. My breathing hitched. When he opens the closet my thoughts run wild.

This is it! I thought.

My eyes stared at him and his mouth turned into a smile. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out. He took the knife and just slashed it across my arms. I screamed at the searing pain of the blood that was coming off of my arms. It took all of my body to make him fall before I started running downstairs heading towards the door. My blood was bleeding uncontrollably.

I was breathing hard with my father chasing me. When I open the door Erica appears staring at my hand and her facial expression has gone from sexy and cool to angry and was hungry for bloodlust. "Get behind me."

I listened. When my father came out screaming for my name all I could do was trembling while holding onto my bleeding hand. Erica stood in a fighting stance when my dad reached the door Erica quickly ran up to him before he could even touch her Erica punched him in the head leaving him unconscious on the floor. "I would love to kill you right now," Erica spat. "But I do not want to become a murderer like you."

A wave of relief rushed in when I saw my own father sleeping unconscious on the ground only then I suddenly felt faint my own two feet buckled against each other. When my feet failed to support me Erica pulled me in close to her. I looked towards the floor and there was a pool of my blood on the ground. My eyesight began to blur.

"Fay, stay with me." I couldn't fight it. My eyes were getting so tired... "Fay!"

"I'm sorry."

"No... Fay!"

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