Killer Dad 2

Date: 7/18/2017

(A few minutes ago I woke up in tears from yet another dream of my so called father killing me... I also posted another dream where he killed me called Killer Dad) I was running away from him, through the streets, screaming for someone to help. It was nighttime, and all was quiet. I could hear my heavy, panicked breathing and my heart sounding like someone rapidly hitting a gong in my chest. I could also hear the sound of a car behind me, and feel the heat the vehicle generated on the back of my legs as it sped up, getting closer. I tried to make myself run faster, but I couldn't. It was like I was running in slow motion. Then there was the sound of tires squealing, and I hit the ground. I heard multiple cracks the very second of impact and screamed. The car had hit me. Hard. I could feel my blood pooling around me from multiple cuts and scrapes, and tasted it in my mouth. I heard the car door open and looked over. Hands in his pockets, my father looked down at me. There was no more love in them. There wasn't anything in them. He knelt down beside me, and I tried to move, but I couldn't. "Now I won't have to pay child support." He said, taking something from his pocket: a gun. I felt the cold, metal barrel of the gun press into my chest and begged. "Daddy, please..." "Don't call me that." He snapped, pulling the hammer back. I started crying. "Dad please don't do this! Please! I love you, I'm begging you, please!" "Two down, one to go... Goodbye." Bang. Then I woke up.