Four or Dead by G O A

Four or Dead Chapter 31

Emma... Two Years Ago...

My eyes shifted between the stranger and my father while my heart pounded violently in my chest. I had no idea who the guy was or why he was standing against my father but part of me was grateful. No one had stood up to my father like that and it felt nice for just a split second. He didn't even know my story but he could see I needed help and that was all he needed to want to help me.

My father let out a wicked laugh and moved closer to the man who was

slowly moving to block my father from even looking at me. "Move aside boy. You have no business here." My father growled out.

"From the looks of things it's you who isn't welcome, so you should be the one who's leaves." The stranger said towering over my father by at least afoot. (*

My heart clenched tighter as I recognized the look in my father's eyes; I knew it well. He was livid and that always ended the same way...with me passed out on the floor bruised and beaten.

"T'll say this one more time before I show you to the door. Leave." My father said pushing the guy hard enough to make him stumble back a little.

Treached out and helped him steady himself but he continued to block Chapter 31

me. As much as I wished he could stay so I didn't have to face my father

to leave. I didn't want him to get hurt

to him and he turned to me and gave

I thanked him. He hesitated for a

if I have ever meet you again I will show you what a real beating is." The guy had guts that was

him, he would kill him without a thought. The moment the door to my room closed my father stalked toward me. He reached

people. People like social services and that is a pain for me." He leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. "How

my father in the store for a

even leave the room. I don't actually know if she died but I never saw her

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left the guy in an alley for someone else to find. My father was untouchable because he had the money and status to get out of anything. At least that is how it seemed. He would talk

I would never escape. My father was a monster of the worst kind and I was his blood which meant deep down

against the wishes of my doctors and dragged me home by my wrist. His tight hold caused my wounds to bleed again but he didn't even

me? Even death doesn't want you!" He said with a sadistic laugh as we drove home, one hand tight on my thigh.

be waiting for

we walked into the house in total silence and my father walked straight to the mini bar in the living room. I stood in front of the closed front door and watched him

to cut short because of your little stunt. It's a good thing that my reputation of success is well known and it didn't take much convincing to get them to agree. Of course, I had to sweeten the deal a little. So it's a

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