Daddy's Girl - Episode 33

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*** True. The monster in Arnold had awoken.

And Mark's head buried deep inside the bucket as he thrashed about and struggled to breath was the clear proof.

His entire body shook with rage.

His fingers itched.

They itched with the urge to press Mark's head down further and further until water filled his lungs and heart gave up.

Until he was dead.

That was the only way and only thing that could put his mind at ease. That was the only thing that could help him relax.

His death . Mark's death.

Because in his opinion, Mark deserved nothing but death, buried 6ft under with worms as his companion.

Arnold was tempted.

Too tempted.

But still, he knew better.

He knew that if he killed Mark right now, he would be free of his sins and he would be charged with murder instead.

Whether or not Mark was guilty, he was still a human being.

One with life and the laws would surely have him convicted for murder.

And he couldn't allow that. He couldn't let Amanda down. He could let Fiona down Neither could he let Helena down.

Two wrongs don't make a right.

Killing Mark wasn't going to bring back all those lost lives. It was only going to make him a murderer too.

Besides.

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. Arnold yanked Mark's head out of the water and he dropped onto the bed, panting heavily as he coughed rapidly.

Arnold glared at him.

This son of a bitch was too tainted for death.

Lucifer wouldn't be ready to receive him in the pit of hell.

Yet. He didn't deserve death. It was much too easy.

He served to live, every single day, locked up behind bars, away from everyone and devoid of sunlight and decent food.

He deserved to live the rest of his life regretting every single thing he'd done.

That's what he deserved.

Arnold groaned groaned n frustration as he got off the bed.

"I swear Mark you bring out the worst in me. I swear I want to just..."

He trailed off tugging at his hair.

F*cking rip your head off your body.

Arnold finished silently not daring to utter the words.

He groaned, running a finger through his hair as he walked out of the room, slamming the door loudly.

He was met with Helena pacing to and fro outside.

"Hey"

he muttered silently leaning against the wall. She stopped pacing and turned to face him, relief flooding her system as she walked closer.

"You okay?"

"I'd be lying if I said yes"

he muttered.

"You did the right thing. Killing him would have made you a murderer, just like him. Two wrongs don't make a right you know?"

He sighed

"I know. But that still doesn't stop me from wanting to bash his head against a wall"

Out of instinct, Helena wrapped her good arm around him.

He stiffened against her for a second before relaxing, wrapping his arms around her waist as he bent to bury his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.

Helena smiled, running a hand through his hair softly making him groan in satisfaction at her touch burying his face deeper in the neck.

She chuckled when she felt him nuzzling his nose on her skin.

"I wanna bash his balls with a frying pan too"

she spoke after a while.

It took a moment for Arnold to figure out she was referring to his comment earlier. And when he did, he let out a laugh.

"Thanks Helena. For being here"

"My pleasure. The police should be here any minute"

He only nodded, wrapping his arms around her tighter.

He wanted more. God knows he wanted to hurt Mark more but he knew if he went back in there, he was going to come out with Mark's blood on his hands.

So instead, he stayed outside, with her.

That was better. Much better.

***

Arnold stood at the entrance with an expressionless face as he watched one of the police officers unchain Mark from the bed.

He was still having a hard time comprehending how his very own stepbrother could have done something as henious as murdering his own wife and almost his child.

. Just thinking about her sent a ripping pain slicing through his heart. It hurt. It always hurt.. Then again, it was always going to hurt judging by the mere fact that she didn't die a natural death.

It was always going to hurt no matter how many years passed by.

The only difference was it hurt a little lesser now.

And perhaps this was the closure he'd been searching for, for the past six years. And now that, he'd found it... Arnold turned to stare at Helena who stood outside a smile tugging at his lips.

It was now time to move on.

To move on with Helena and give Fiona the life she deserved.

Give her the love he'd deprived her of since her birth.

Arnold sighed in contentment as he shifted his gaze back to Mark who had had the chains released from his legs and was getting off the bed.

***

Marl clenched his fists tightly as he gritted his teeth in anger.

He eyed the handcuffs rarily as the police office who'd unchained him reached out to pull them from where they hanged around his belt.

No way. No way in hell was that stupid thing going on his hands.

No way in hell was he going to be put in a stupid police van.

And no way in hell was he going to jail for the rest of his f*cking life.

No f*cking way. He still had a lot to do.

He still needed to kill Arnold, that stupid son of a gun.

And Helena.

Oh Helena.

God knows he was so going to have his way with her and make sure he f*cks her two ways to Sunday until she couldn't feel her legs.

And when he was done, he was going to chop her body to pieces and keep them in a freezer to remind him of her betrayal.

He had so much to do.

So much. Slowly and almost unnoticeably, Mark backed away slowly, pretending to limp.

***

Arnold frowned catching sight of the look Mark had on his face the minute he set eyes on the handcuff.

That look. He knew that look so well. It was a look of determination.

A look that clearly said he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

He noticed Mark limp backwards.

Okay wtf?.

How come he was limping?.

Pfft! Arnold was 100% sure he didn't chain Mark's feet to the bed that tight.

Hell he was chained for barely three hours and he's suddenly limping like he broke his ankle? Arnold backed away from the wall, suddenly alert.

"Mark don't you dare!"

He yelled lunging forward and the police officers whipped their head to stare at Arnold in confusion.

That single second of distraction was enough for Mark to snatch the gun tucked in one of their holsters pointing it at them.

"Don't move an inch! Not a f*cking inch else I'll blow your head off!"

"Lower the gun sir. You do realise there are more of our men downstairs. You're not getting out of this alive either way"

the shorter officer told him much calmly enraging Mark the more.

"Drop the gun Mark. There's no escape for you this time" Arnold stepped forward.

"Stay where you are you damn bastard!"

He roared. Arnold continued to walk.

"I said stay away! Else I'll release this bullet into your skull"

Mark took a step back as Arnold advanced, forgetting his apartment was on the second floor of the building.

"Be a real man and shoot me right in the head Mark. I dare you" Arnold seethed.

"Stay back. Stop!"

Mark began to yell hysterically as he took steps back. Arnold eyed the glass window just a few inches away from where Mark stood and stopped walking abruptly hoping he too would stop. Because if he continued, he sure was going to lose his balance and fall down the building.

"You damn bastard! I'm gonna kill you! All of you! Every single one of you!"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Mark for everything. You win okay? I'm sorry. Now just please drop the gun"

Arnold whispered as calmly as he could, his hands raised in surrender.

"Stupid! Took everything away from me! Everything. I'm not going to jail. No..

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. Kill you... Murder you... Kill you"

Arnold frowned. Mark was starting to blabber nothing but nonsense as he continued to move, desperate to get away.. He wasn't going to jail. He couldn't. He wont.

After so many years, he was finally close.

So close to his goal. Mark began to shake his head frantically until he tripped over the woolen carpet, sending him toppling backwards as he lost his footing.

"Watchout!"

Arnold yelled and lunged forward along with officers to grab Mark but they were a second late. Mark crushed into the glass window with the force with which he was sent toppling backwards when he tripped.

Nothing could be compared to the pain he felt when pieces of glass pierced into his back as he crushed into the glass, falling backwards untill he was falling out of the window.

The sickening sound of bones breaking filled their ears as Mark's body landed from the second floor of the storey building apartments onto the hard floor.

Blood oozing out of his head and forming a pool around him.

***

A/N

Two more episodes and we're done. I'm sorry for the late post.

I literally doze off every time I try to edit and post.

But I'll post another chapter by evening for compensation. Good morning..