CHAPTER 3 Accident
Nyla POV
My father held the steering as we slowly propelled forward down to the Moonlit Shadow Pack, the future we had wished for ourselves was what we hoped for. He occasionally steals glances at me with a smile on his countenance.
A white Peugeot car screeched its tire against the floor of the road, aggressively overtaking us. I tilted my head to the side having eye contact with both the driver and the person who sat at the passenger seat. The glass was winded down. I could see its driver and a blonde-haired teenager, they pulled In Front and double-crossed us. My father hit the staring and jacked us to a stop. I held my chest, trying to make out what was happening. Did we get into an accident? Are we dead?
One of the blonde-haired teenagers ran to my side, one came to the driver's side while the other was waiting a few feet away from the car looking around like a soldier on duty with a metal rip on his hand which looked like a gun.
My heart dropped into my legs like an elevator with no cables, my head was spinning in confusion and almost surprise. Why would someone attack a lowlife Omega like me?
"Get down," I heard the aggressive voice of one which sent chills down my spine. My mouth trembled and my words stuck in my throat. I threw my hands in the air.
The car door sprung open, he dragged me by my hair pulling me out of the car, I flinched in pain.
I was dragged toward the other car when I heard a thunderous noise, like a heavy sound that shook the earth. My eyes widened in shock as I quickly turned my head to see what might have happened.
My heart stopped, it felt like I couldn't breathe anymore, and blood dripped down his fingers down the hot lava road. The man on the ground groaned in pain.
"Father," I called with widened eyes but my voice was barely a whisper. What has he done?
The grip on my head loosened up, and the other guy splintered toward my father with great velocity but retreated backward. Then I heard it again. It hit my eardrum momentarily and I thought I was deaf. I stood like a drenched chicken beaten with the rain watching as scenes unfolded right In Front of me just like in movies, the groaning cry of someone in pain. My breathing came out like gasps.
My father raised the gun to his face, moving an inch close towards him was a bad idea, he was going to pull the trigger just like he did to the man in red lying helplessly on the ground. He gnarled his paws which dug into the earth drawing lines of scratches on the floor blood like a waterfall rushing out every second.
"Father please," I begged, hot tears sliding down my cheek like raindrops. He looked at me with soft eyes, I clapped my hands together in a begging form, my mouth open and closed but barely a whisper.
His hand slid down which meant he understood, he looked down on his hand and back to the body that lay on the floor shocked at what he had done.
I rushed towards the body while the other guy left running down the street. Traces of line followed him behind. My knees hit the cruel floor, and sand and stones pierced through my skin. I pressed my hand down to the wounds that sprung up with so much blood flowing down from the side of his stomach. My hands shaking, I tore a part of his shirt using it to hold on to the pressure. He still had a pulse.
Sweat trailed down my forehead down to the body in front of me.
"Call ambulance," I screamed, still holding on to him.
My father was quiet, the shock of what he had done lingered. I couldn't blame him, he did this for me, he did this to save me.
It was forbidden to kill our own, the consequences of my father's actions ran through my head, and the urgency to save him became more.
The silver shot from the gun was eating him up and I could feel his groan disperse slowly into the thin air. The siren from the ambulance drew closer which gave me an array of hope.
The paramedics moved me aside and lifted the body onto the stretcher, I looked down at my hand which was covered with red.
My father hugged me and I just couldn't hold back the tears anymore but it was cut short when a man dressed in brown with patches of blue came forth, he had broad shoulders with a stoic expression. His face was fearful and on his hand was a cuff.
My heart jumped to my stomach at the realization of what he was about to do.
"Please don't take my father away from me," I begged but he shoveled me away like a piece of trash, taking my father's hands and taking him away.
I felt a hollow within me, the emptiness frightened me. I was alone and the only person I cared about was taken away from me.
"There is something that should be done?" I asked the pumped man with a stomach like a ball and white beards around his jaw. He held the case file. He introduced himself as Landon Stones, one of the enforcers, he was going to handle my case till the Beta showed up.
"We were heading to the moonlit pack when a car pulled over. In Front of us, one of them was with a gun, one of them gripped my hair dragging me towards their car when my father pulled the trigger. He was trying to defend me."
"I'm sorry miss, the guy is dead," I pulled my head over my mouth which was formed in an o shape muffling my screams.
There was a hint of survival when the siren came to take him to the hospital, how come he was dead? What will become of my father? My body was in motion shaking at the thought of the consequences of what my father will go through for killing our own. The worst Dart was as a lowlife Omega, it became worse.
I began to question the decision of what made us leave in the first place, it was for the better but it seems the forces were against it.
"What could be done?" I asked, rushing my words at the same time.
"I can't tell till the beta comes, she has to handle your case," A jolt of disappointment ran through my spine. Not now and not by this time.
"My father is innocent," I whimpered, tears running down my spine.
My apologies, let me introduce myself. I'm Nyla, a lowly Omega who lived with my father in the Red Moon Pack. We were on our way to the Moonlit Shadow Pack when we were attacked. I have brown hair, a symmetrical face, and pink lips.
I lived my life with just my father after losing my mother at the young age of 5. He treasured me dearly, showering me with love. We lived a modest life among the pack members. I used to daydream of living the life I wanted- owning a mansion, having no worries about money, and freeing my father from the shackles of poverty. It was always just the two of us.
"Do you think he will get out?" Jenny, my cousin, asked, resting her hand on her chin. She sat directly across from me, her mother, Mama T, by her side.
I shook my head.
I was silent. My tears had dried up, but my eyes ached painfully. I knew that if I looked in the mirror, I would see bags and redness under my eyes.
"You have to eat something to stay strong, Nyla," Mama T said gently, taking my hands in hers, her eyes filled with pity.
Mama T and Jenny were family.
"Food is the last thing on my mind. I just want him to be free. He's in there because of me. He was trying to save me."
"Shhh, it's okay, Nyla. We'll do everything in our power to get him out. I'm going to sell the laundromat."
My eyes welled up at her words. She was willing to sell her source of income just for me.
"Mama T, you don't have to-"
"Come on, Nyla, we have to save your father. I'm ready to give up everything to bring him home."