I don't know how I sat there and watched it happen. It went on for at least 5 minutes. Something in my brain clicked; a familiar object setting a spark off into a fire. Outside the window on my tv screen was a sign, a sign which I knew off by heart. It was my sisters house. Without processing of what I was going to do, I stood up and grabbed my keys, walking straight to the door and out. I was numb from all the pain this monster had given me, my body was emotionally drained. No seat belt, I speeded my way to the familiar area and found myself outside the door of the typical perfect family home. Great green vines climbed up the walls, a concrete pathway in the centre of lime green grass leading up to the glossy snow white door. My brain took me to the place it had memorised, the living room. The back door was always unlocked when someone was home, making my entrance not too obvious. Memorising the creaking floorboards, I took myself to the doorway of the living room when I was greeted by Naomi tied up to a battered chair. A tight black blindfold was slapped across her eyes, her clothes ripped and muddy. Another chair sat beside her, the blindfold slapped across a teenagers' eyes as she struggled to make sense of what was going on. Shoulder length mousy hair stuck around her face from sweat, red cheeks sticking onto her face. In the middle, a tall figure stood with a gun in each hand. One pointing at Naomi and the other, at the girl.
"Oh look, Naomi. Your lover is here." his eyes met mine, "Take your pick."
Memories and flashbacks overwhelmed me as the voice banged on my ear drums. My sister's partner was the one who had raped me and I didn't even know it. I can remember that night, when his ice cold breath ran along my neck as I whimpered and cried. His steel hands gripping around my skinny wrists, his strength so powerful that he could've snapped a bone in a split second. My eyes scanned his posture as the familiar shapes made sense. Chocolate eyes telling lies, putting on a mask to complete his two faced personality.
"Dad?" the teenager whispered, looking up to where the voice had come from.
Somehow, my brain hadn't thought if it was Lily or not. But when it realised, everything shut down as I backed up into the door. Her speech wasn't perfect, stutters coming from her voice as she begun to panic and choke on the fear. My eyes bounced to Lily then the animal, his own eyes bouncing to Lily then me. With a flick of the wrist, the gun beside Lily's head was pushed forward, a clunk sounding when it hit the back of her head. I flinched, my head turning away.
"Shut up, daddy will let you go if you just shut up."
Lily shut her mouth, trying her best to ignoring the screaming pain. A gun lay on the side, my eyes picking up on the shine of it. I had the guts to shoot him, but he also had the guts to kill all three of us.
"Why us?" I managed to squeak out.
The man thought, taking a deep breath, the gun still pointing at Naomi and Lily's heads.
"Because, I thought it'd be fun to mess with Hannah's little sister. The one who ruined what was supposed to be our wedding. The one who said she could handle the press. I wanted to prove that you were a liar and to be quite honest, it was fun."
Naomi was trembling, her lips just about allowing her to speak. "Don't you dare hurt Jessie."
I flinched once again as the gun made contact with Naomi's head.
"Don't hurt her."
The animal did it again, a whimper escaping Naomi's lips.
"My hand slipped." his sharp voice said, sarcasm rolling off of his tongue.
"I said don't!" I put my foot forward, about to pounce on him when he loaded both guns. I froze, slowly pulling my foot back as I lost my way. I was helpless.
"Careful, Jessie. You don't want them to die, do you?"
A lump formed in my throat as I pulled the tears back, convinced that I wouldn't let him see me cry.
"You've messed with me for too long, you scared me to death and then kidnapped the two people who made me feel that little bit safer." I croaked out, it had to be said. "I'm sick of it, just because I accidentally stole the attention away at your wedding. Hannah called the wedding off because she cares about me, it had nothing to do with you."
"But you still let those fucking paparazzi into the ceremony!" he lashed back.
"No I fucking didn't! I wouldn't let some grotty men with cameras into my own sisters wedding just so they could buy the next iPhone!"
The guns were pushed against the two helpless heads as the monster became angry, my breath catching in my throat.
The monster looked at me, latching his index fingers onto the triggers. All I wanted was this to be over, all of it. My numb hands grabbed the gun on the side and I loaded it as I spoke.
"If you hurt either of them, then I'll shoot. Got it?"
The gun was raised as a tear fell down my cheek, the cold end of the metal weapon pressed against my temple as I gritted my teeth and waited for a response.