Zeta's POV

I swallowed hard as I stood face to face to my father. I couldn't believe that he was standing there and not in jail!
"You look surprised to see me," he says
I said nothing as Jax came closer and closer to me, as if he thought he was protection.
"I've missed you," my dad stated, taking a step closer.
"Get back!" snapped Jax.
"Or what, boy?" chuckled my father.
"Zeta..." Jax whispered "run when I give you the signal."

I stood there as if paralyzed, unsure on what to think or do. Jax shook me, trying to snap me out of it, but I didnt. I stayed there fixed on the ground. My dad had a foothold on me and I was too afraid to shake him off.

My dad seemed to read my mind as he let out the most sinister giggle I'd heard in my life. "Leave now, kid. Before you make me do something I'll regret." Jax stood his ground, "No. I won't let you hurt her again." He turned towards me "Let's go." He was getting irritated and eventually just picked me up and started speed-walking to his car.

I heard something click behind us. My dad was aiming a gun at us, "Drop her... now!" Jax slowly set me down and a smirk crept it's way on my dad's  face. He's always been a controlling person, and he enjoyed controlling other people. "Get over here Zeta... now!" I looked back at Jax before making my way back to my dad.
"Sorry, Jax."

Jax's POV

What had gotten into Zeta, I didn't know. She was so scared of her father she couldn't even escape him. As she strolled her way to him, I reached into my pocket and dialed the police, not taking my eyes off of her. I made sure to turn down the volume so Mr. Taylor wouldn't hear it.
"Zeta Taylor!" I called "You don't have to go back with your father!" She gave me a confused look for my voice was loud and slow.
"Shut up, boy!"
"Mr. Taylor, you can put the gun down."
"Jax? What're you doing?" Zeta whisper-shouted.
"Nothing, it's just that... Mr. Taylor, how'd you get out of jail, it must've been real hard to escape."
"Actually, it was pretty easy." He bragged.
"Oh, do tell."
"Well, when they let us all out for lunch, I grabbed the keys to my cell and around midnight set out my escape since I knew where all the cameras were. I had a couple of my buds help me out with the guards, made our way to the blind spots and then we made our way to the lake and -"

"That's a very intersting story Mr. Taylor." a voice said on a speaker "But now I'm going to have to ask you to drop your weapon." Yes! The cops arrived.
"Zeta, get down!" I urged.
She was about to but before she got the chance her father grabbed her and put the gun to her neck.
"Nobody move! Or I'll shoot her!"
"D-Daddy please!" she cried.
"Shut your fucking mouth!" he shouted, tightening his grip on the trigger.

Suddenly, I remembered the pocket knife I kept in my shoe. I only had one shot at this otherwise someone could die. I slowly crawled closer to them and when I had a clear shot I chucked the knife into Mr. Taylor's calf. He scramed in pain, releasing Zeta. I grabbed her hand and sprinted us to one of the police cars. I don't remember what happened after that except the cops rushed him and got him back to jail.

During that whole time, Zeta was acting like she was drunk. Obviously, she wasn't but she had very strange behavior and I couldn't understand why she did what she did.

The next day, I decided to ask her about it. And she didn't reply. She didnt talk to anyone for days and days. She must've been shaken up by the fact her father almost had her again. But how did he get out so easily? Prison is not an easy place to escape. There was more to the story then he told, but I've got to find out what really happened before something like this happens again. I have to protect Zeta.

Zeta's POV

I didn't want to talk to anyone. How did he get out? And why was I so eager to go back to that he'll he put me through? While he had me at gunpoint he was rubbing all over me and something sharp went in my arm. Now that I think about it, it was probably drugs. He must be trying to hook me on drugs so I go crawling back to him for more. Then he'll get what he wants.

But he can't ever get that.

I can't let him get to me again. I need to stop myself from loving the monster. Even if he is my father. But he's not a good one at all.

Jax said that I was acting weird, but I didnt feel weird at all. I felt fine. At least I thought I did. Because I found myself going to the bad parts of town after school. It was weird because I couldn't control myself whatsoever. I got drugs, used drugs, and eventually I needed money for them. That routine started out of no where and didn't end. But how was I going to be able to buy those drugs? One word: prostitution. Why the hell was I doing this? How come I can't feel anything anymore?

I looked like a slut and was acting like one too. I was dressing in barely any clothing and I hung in the bad streets more than at home. Eventually, I got a gig for $150 to have sex with this random guy. And I did, because the drugs had taken full control. That's why I didn't care at all anymore.

I got in his car and he drove us to a hotel. We entered a room and he locked the door behind us. "This better be worth the money."
"Oh believe me," I say "It will be."

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