Who could be the father? Restricted.

True love 20

"We are going to say this only once." A voice shouted in the sitting room, making Uncle Richard stop in his track. I breathed a long sigh of relief before I realized that the voice was Andrew's. What was Andrew doing here pretending to be a cop? "Step out of the house with your hands on your head. You are being surrounded, Mr Fred."

"The cops!" Uncle Richard exclaimed. "Dammit. How did they..." Then he looked up at me. "You called them, didn't you? It was the cops you were trying to call before I burst in. My God, you've blown my cover, but I wouldn't worry about that now." He said in an angry voice and plucked my panties aside one more time. "I will be quick with what I came here for before they burst in and then I'll use you as my ticket out of here." My heart exploded again and before he could continue, I heard a loud thud at the foot of the bed. Uncle Richard started rushing things up without looking behind. Then I heard another loud thud and saw Uncle Richard fall on his side on the bed, making Andrew come into view. I looked up and realized that he had come in through the ceiling and he was also holding a big stick.

As our eyes met, his eyes glowed with compassion and concern. His expression radiated with kindness and gentleness that made me look away before I would burst into tears. I was so ashamed and embarrassed in only pant with my breast exposed. I tried to turn around and cover my nakedness, but groaned out in pain as I managed to pull the bed cover around me. In an instant, Andrew was beside me with his protective arm around me and was pulling me into his arm.

"No." I whispered weakly as tears rolled down my face. "Please, go away."

"Farah..." Andrew's eyes were filled with tears as he looked down at me.

"No, Andrew. I can bear to face anything in my life, but letting you find me in this state is something I can never live with. Just go."

"I left you once Farah because of your stubbornness, I never have the intention of leaving you again." Andrew said pulling the huge jacket from his body and covered my small form with it. I welcomed the warmth of his body heat on the jacket. As I slid my arms into the sleeves, it was as if Andrew had wrapped his protective arms around me and I felt safe for the first time in years. "Come on, let's get you out of here." Andrew said, trying to pick me up again.

"And where the hell do you think you are going, cowboy?" Andrew quickly twirled around with me in his arms. He stood with courage and boldness as he glared at Uncle Richard.

"I'm taking Farah out of her and you are not going to stop me if you love your life." Andrew said without passion.

"Wow, I love the courage, but I guess all the courage depends on this." Uncle Richard said, pulling a small piston from behind him. "Isn't this your property?" Uncle Richard asked, turning the small metal in his hand with new interest. "I love guns and it's been a while since I used one."

My eyes were now wide with shock and fear and I felt Andrew's heartbeat increase.

"Return it back." Andrew stated sharply.

"What?" Uncle Richard burst into laughter. "I'm not a fool." His mood changed suddenly and he looked sober and serious. "Now let her go."

Andrew hadn't even made a move.

Uncle Richard still continue turning the small metal in his hand with the wicked grin still plastered on his face. I was afraid of what would happen if Andrew didn't oblige.

"Andrew... You have to..." I whispered in a scared tone.

"No." Andrew said stubbornly. "I will never let go of you again."

Tears of passion rushed into my eyes and I locked gaze with him, his eyes showing how much he loved and care for me.

Suddenly, a loud shot rang through the house, deafening my ears. My eyes went wide as I stared at the pained expression on Andrew's face. He had been shot. The realization hit me and he was trying to hide it. I expected him to drop me any minute but his arms only tightened around me. I stared in shock as blood started staining his shoulder and ran down his upper arm.