Nick and Crystal both got out of the car. Crystal ran around the front of the car, and into Nick's arms, fear eating her insides. She saw something that looked like a gun bulking from her father's jeans.
Is he going to kill us? Is this the end? Crystal fearfully wondered, holding on tighter to Nick.
"Nick, I'm so afraid," she whispered.
"It's okay, baby. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promised you, remember?" Nick replied, kissing the top of her head.
"Well, well, well...if it isn't Nick Carter and his trashy slut," Eric Marshal spat out.
"Don't you dare talk about Crystal that way!" Nick blared.
"And who are you to tell me what to do, huh? I can talk about MY daughter any way I please!" Eric bellowed. Bob Carter stood there,looking angry, but quiet.
"I'm not your daughter!" Crystal screeched, trembling, still holding on to Nick.
"What did you say? You're not my daughter? Why, you ungrateful bitch!" Eric shouted, striding towards Nick and Crystal, and grabbing Crystal by the shoulders, shaking her violently.
"You asshole, let go of her!" Nick proclaimed angrily, shoving Eric away from Crystal, and punching him in the face.
"You son of a b-" Eric started. Nick punched him again.
"Don't you ever lay another finger on Crystal again, or I'll-" Nick started, but froze when Eric pulled the gun out of his pants. Crystal screamed, running to Nick.
"You'll what, Nick?" Eric said cockily, pointing the gun at Nick's chest.
"Hey, what the hell-" Bob spoke up for the first time. Eric swiveled and pointed the gun at Bob, and back at Nick, stepping far back enough to have all three in his line of vision.
"Shut up, Carter! I only brought you along because you insisted! It's gonna get ugly, and you're gonna wish you never came with me!" Eric cried.
"You filthy-" Bob started.
"Don't start calling me names, now. That'll get me really angry," Eric said, smiling. He trained the gun on Nick.
"Now, to get his over with..." Eric cocked the gun.
"Noooooo!" Crystal cried. "I won't let you!" She jumped in front of Nick.
Bob took the moment of distraction to jump Eric from behind, startling him. They struggled for the gun, and Bob pushed it away, stopping in front of Crystal. She bent down and picked it up. Eric knocked out Bob by smashing his skull on the ground, knocking Nick's father unconscious.
Nick jumped Eric. Eric was reaching to one of his legs. He pulled up his jeans, and pulled out another gun. Crystal screamed, and cocked the gun in her hands.
"Nick, move!" she shrieked. Nick rolled away from Eric, and Crystal shot Eric right in the chest. Eric, shocked, dropped the gun, and stared at his chest. Slowly, his eyes closed, and he fell back onto the pavement. Tears started flowing from Crystal's eyes.
"I killed my father!" she cried, sobbing. Nick stood up, and enveloped her in his arms.
"Shhh...it's okay, sweetie. He won't hurt you anymore. He would've killed me if it wasn't for you. Thank you," Nick whispered. He planted a soft kiss on her mouth.
"Come on, let's get out of here," Nick said.
Crystal wiped her fingerprints off the gun, and dropped it on the ground. They grabbed all of their stuff from their car, and stuffed it into Eric's car. They sped off.
Chapter 22
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