B.R.U.I.S.E.S

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Charlie's POV:
I stop.
Dead in my tracks.
How the hell did i almost forget my dad?

I turn around a run back to where i saw him last. I was in the middle of no man's land but that wasn't what i was scared of.

What if my dad was dead..

What if i was too late?

I ran and i ran, bullets flew past me and i couldn't care less. I was out of the battlefield and in a more secluded area. I checked the rooms where my father would most likely be. The offices, bathrooms and show rooms. Nothing.

I was so scared and desperate. I flipped the bodies on the floor begging that one of them would not be my dad.

"C-Charlie?? I-is tha-that you?" I heard a splutter of words from rather than a sent ace coming from the corner of the room.

"Dad!!?" I ask running over to him.

"Baby i was so-s-so scared you'd b-be go-gone." he coughed out.

"No no i'm fine, hardly even a scratch. Come on dad let's get you up." I say grabbing his hands.

"I-i don't think i can." He cries out as i attempt to lift his body.

"What do you mean you don't think you can?" I ask confused and worried.

"Charlie. My legs." I look down to his legs and can't help but release his hands from my own. I fall onto my ass and wipe my hands down my face in shock.

Bullet holes disguised my dads legs as nothing but remaining bloody flesh.

"Oh my god." I cry out, "dad come on please. Just..JUST HOLD ON TO ME! Ok?!?!"

"Baby don't w-worry okay? I w-" I cut him off, "No, hold on. Now."

He holds on to me and i lift him, his "legs" dangled down. To say half of his bday was basically gone. My dad still was a heavy fucker.

"Dad keep holding on tight okay? We're almost at the door." I say to him. My fire exit which i had escaped through initially. Bombarded with even more debris. There was no way i could fit us both through at once.

"Dad. I need you to just have faith in me okay? You see that exit..?" I ask him, "I need you to go crawl through that hole."

"Charlie. No. I cant just leave you here. No fucking way." He argues.

"Dad i'm right behind you, i just need you to go through first...Please." I plead.

"Charlie, je t'aime tellement. Tu es ma plus grande réalisation, je ne pourrais pas demander une meilleure fille." He whispers, grabbing my face in his hands and kissing my cheek, holding me tight.

translation- Charlie, I love you so much. You are my greatest achievement, I couldn't ask for a better daughter.

I carry by dad closer to the exit and put him down.

"Je t'aime Papa." I kiss his head and lay his down so he can crawl through, "Now quick go before you get crushed and bleed to death quicker than you already are."

translation- i love you dad.

"My beautiful girl." He says winking at me.

I didn't bother calling an ambulance when i found my dad. I could already head sirens by the time i started carrying him. He's a fighter. He has to survive. Even when he's at deaths door he manages to make me laugh.

My dad gets through and i couldn't be more relieved.
I follow pursuit and start crawling, my head makes it through and i take in a breath of fresh oxygen. I continue to shuffle my way out.

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