Rescue

Ethan's POV

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I woken up to the vibration of my phone that was tucked into my right pocket.

I opened my eyes and I could feel them dry and puffy.

My back ached from the cold hard floor.

I cried myself to sleep. I cried for Justin.

I took out my phone from my pocket and saw that it was a text from Justin. My heart started to beat loudly in my chest.

Wait a minute, it wasn't a text, it's a photo.

I tapped on the photo to make it wider.

It was Justin. He was tied up with his hands behind his back. He laid helpless on a steel table.

Wait! I recognize that table.

It belonged to Justin.

Someone is hurting Justin. I can see the pain in his eyes. He's asking me for help. I quickly stood up from the floor.

I looked back down at the photo. I felt anger rise in me. I will kill whoever dared to hurt my Justin.

I put my phone back into my pocket and went straight towards my parents room.

As I quietly opened the door. My dad laid passed out on the bed. A couple beer bottles laid on the floor. My mom was no where in sight. She probably left to stay at a motel again.

I quietly walked in the room. I reached over towards my father. He looked passed out so I doubt he would be waking up but to just make sure I snapped my fingers in his ears. I waited to see if he will wake up.

He moaned and turned his head to the right. I sighed in relief.

I carefully lifted his head and reached my hand underneath the pillow. As I felt the object in my hand, I slowly pulled it out.

I laid my father's head back down onto the pillow and looked down at the black gun that I held in my right hand.

I smiled to myself. I'm coming to save you Justin.

I was about to walk out the door when I heard the sheets on the bed move.

"What are you doing Ethan?"

I flinched as I heard my father's voice.

I quickly hid the gun in my pocket of my sweatshirt.

"I'm just checking on you, that's all." I could hear my voice shake as I spoke.

I could hear my father stand up from the bed. My back was still facing him.

"Your lying, you never cared about me! You took something from me and I want it back!" He spoke with full rage and anger.

"Turn around and look at me! NOW!"

I turned around slowly. I became face to face with my father.

"You look just like her." He said as he began to move closer.

I watched his every move. As his face became more clearer to see. I could tell that he has been ageing a lot more faster.

He had wrinkles on his face already and his eyes looked tired and dark. He has gained a lot more weight throughout the years.

This isn't the same fun loving father that I used to know when I was a kid.

I could see tears drip down his cheeks.

"I miss her so much! Why did she have to die!" My father began to sob loudly.

I tried to comfort him by patting his shoulder. "It's alright."

That was a mistake.

He exploded with anger. He looked up at me with his eyes full of hate.

"Shut up! Everything's not going to be alright! You should of died instead of her!

And I know you have my gun now give it back or else I'm going to call the police!"

I took out the gun from my pocket and pointed towards him, I could feel tears drip down my face.

"NO!" I said as I shook in fear.

"You don't have the guts to kill me! I bet you didn't care that your sister died."

"I loved her! I did care, she was the only person who took care of me! Unlike you, you basterd!"

I watched as he moved closer. He snatched my hand and put the gun to his forehead. He looked me in the eyes.

"Go ahead son, pull the trigger."

"NO! I WON'T DO IT!"

"Please just kill me, end my misery, like you said I'm a basterd! I DESERVE TO DIE!"

I could feel him press the gun harder against his forehead. He looked straight at me with pleading eyes.

I shook my head as more tears began to fall.

"I can't...I...I can't do it."

"Please! Just fuckin do it kill me NOW!" His voice turned into anger.

"I just want to be with your sister, I want to see her."

"NO! NO! I'm not going to kill you!" I said as I fought to pull my hand away from his.

He fought back with more strength and before I could respond, I felt his finger press against mine.

All I could hear was a loud bang and the sound of my own screaming.

My ears ringed and I could feel blood spray all over my face.

I watched as the lifeless body fell hard against the floor.

I dropped the gun as I fell to my knees. I cried in horror and screamed. WHAT HAVE I'VE DONE!

I watched as a puddle of blood formed around my father's head.

I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears.

I have to be strong. I have to stay calm. I need to rescue Justin. I'm not letting someone else die tonight.

I grabbed the gun that laid next to me and lifted myself off the floor. I looked over my father's body.

Even though he didn't love me as much, I still cared about him. I will still remember the moments when he was a caring father. I will remember when he would play tag with my sister and I and when he would tell my mom I love you a million times. I will remember when he used to drown my sister and I with a million kisses.

I will only remember him as the loving family man he used to be.

I bent down and closed his eyes. I smiled as I saw the calm look on his face. He is finally at peace.

I quickly stood up as I heard police alarms come closer to the house. The neighbors must of heard the gun shot.

I looked at my father one last time before running down the stairs.

I grabbed the keys to my father's car and slipped out the back door of the house.

I have to save Justin. I want him to be with me for the rest of my life. He is my soul mate and I would die without him.

"Don't worry Justin, I'm coming."

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I hope you liked this chapter it was really intense wasn't it. I tried to show more of Ethan's relationship with his father.

He is on his way to save Justin but he doesn't know his other lover is there!

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