Clubrooms Diary novel Chapter 38

MALAYINA 

May 14th 2018 

"If you desire to keep your hands, I suggest you remove them promptly." Amar snarls as he remains standing in the doorway. 

His eyes narrow into thin slits, his chest rises and falls ferociously, with his hands curling into a fist. One side of his lip arches as he growls when my father doesn't drop his hand. Instead, he chuckles like a mad man who thinks he's untouchable, pulling me flush up against his body. 

"Take one fucking step, I'll snap her neck like a twig." He maneuvers his hands, putting me into a headlock. 

I struggle against him, desperately wanting to break free from his restraint. 

"Stop struggling, mikros. I won't let anything happen to you agapimènos." He tries to soothe me. 

I allow my body to relax. I close my eyes and take deep breaths through my nose, willing my heart rate to follow suit. I think of the kiss we shared and it takes me to a higher place for a second or two.

My fathers' grip tightens, the bite of pain jolts me and I'm brought back to reality, coughing as I try to suck air into my crushing pipes. My fingers claw at his arms, painting his skin with scratch marks. 

"You're making daddy very upset, baby girl." He pants in my ear.

"We will play all in good time. Stop struggling, you'll tire yourself out." He cackles with laughter as he thinks about his sick game. 

Amar takes a step forward.

"After today the only thing you'll be playing with is the nails stamped into your coffin when I bury you alive." His eyes briefly shift from mine to my fathers. 

"Staggering promises from a man who's trembling in his overpriced shoes." He titters.

The old man believes he has the upper hand because he has me in his grasp with a gun in his pocket. I highly doubt he'd be standing here acting all high and mighty if he knew Amar isn't alone. 'The Hulk' is nowhere in sight. So, I can only assume Amar's used himself to distract him. I watch him in awe, wondering if the rage he manifests is real or just for show. 

He takes another step forward, looking like a possessed hitman who could kill a man with any instrument available to him.

My heart begins to pound against my chest again, deafening the words my father is muttering in my ear. He drags me backwards as he moves to the window, removing a hand from my body. He digs into his pants and produces a small handgun, raising his hand he points it at Amar. I stare at him, my eyes bulging out of my sockets, as I scream at him to stop.