First Fanfic Meme Story

[writefiction]

Title: Faster Than a Speeding Bullet
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Fandom: Dog the Bounty Hunter
Character/Pairing: Baby Lyssa Chapman-Gallante
Prompt: Horror
Notes: written for the fanfic prompt meme
Word Count: 470


 

Faster Than a Speeding Bullet

It's like it all happens in slow motion. Like when they slow things down so you can see Superman catching a bullet on Smallville. At least that's what it reminds me of as I watch in horror as our fugitive aims the gun at my father and pulls the trigger, the bullet exploding from the barrel. It's as if I can see the actual bullet speeding towards my father, hitting him square in the middle of his bullet-proof vest, knocking him to the ground with force.

Then time speeds back up as Beth screams his name and goes running over to him. Leland grabs me, dragging my shocked body over behind the car and pushing me down on to my butt. "Stay here and stay down," he orders. I can only nod, too horrified to speak, the tears dripping down my face. I can hear people scrapping on the other side of the car and I pray with all my might that no one else gets shot.

I can hear the wail of sirens in the distance, coming closer by the second. But I still can't move. I'm too shocked, too scared. I want to get home to my three babies, to my husband. We all need to make it out alive. I pray that my father is okay. That his damn bullet-proof vest actually did it's job and saved him. I threaten God that if he takes my father from me now, that I'll never have faith in Him again.

I hear the police pull up and start yelling, but I'm too overwhelmed to really know what they're saying. Finally, things are quiet and Leland comes back around the car to me. He kneels down in front of me and wipes the tears on my face. "It's okay," he murmurs. "He's in cuffs and Dad's fine. The vest stopped the bullet from penetrating his chest. Although he's going to have one helluva bruise."

I look at my brother for a moment, trying to wrap my mind around what he just said. As realization sets in that everyone's okay, I begin to laugh loudly in relief. I collapse against my brother's chest, laughing until tears begin to fall from my eyes from laughing too hard. But then those tears of relief turn in to sobs. I'm not really sure why I'm crying so hard, but then again, this situation was pretty traumatic. Hopefully I'll never have to experience it again. All I want is to go crawl in to my father's lap and have him call me 'Baby' and tell me everything will be okay like he always did when I was just a little girl. I want to be his baby girl again. Then I want to go home and cuddle my three girls until they're sick of me.