I felt awkward riding in a Jeep as the rain started to sprinkle lightly on my face.
I looked up and wished it would wash away the many memories of my father.
"What's that?" he looked at my bruised wrist.
I quickly reacted and hid it with my jacket rolling the sleeve over my hands.
"Ballet."
He didnt look convined, "They look like finger prints."
I shruged lightly trying to hide the lies in my eyes. I looked away from him and towards the dark road.
"You wouldn't lie to me would you?"'
I shook my head, "Emmett, I think I want to go home."
"Are you sure?"
I gulped, "Yes."
I sighed heavly and turned the car around towards the directions I had gaven him of my house.
"I'm sorry." I apologized looking towards the trees again.
"it's alright Hilary."
His rough voice made my name sound like a calling. Like if everything was going to be alright. I shut my eyes
tightly fighting back tears that were about to fall.
"Is everything okay?" I felt his cold hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah." I assured him still looking away
The drive was too short for my own good. A couple minutes later we were already parked infront of my brown house.
The living room light was on, which made me beyond nervous. I felt my body tighten with the small armor that had developed
around me.
"I'll see you tomorrow." He smiled
"You too."I tried to smile casually as I got out of his car.
I waited outside until I watched him drive away.
I took out my house keys and walked over to the front door slowly building my head with the idea of being hurt.
My senses were already focused on staying safe although I knew it was impossible.
I cracked the front door opened and saw Bert, my father, sitting on his recliner holding a beer can in his thick hands.
The television was on but his head was tilted and his eyes were closed. His red shirt was too small for his frame. His stomach
was half way outside and his baggy pants were folding over.
I heard him start to snore as I shut the door carefully.
I took a small breath and walked soundlessly up the stairs.
"Hilary?" I heard my mother whisper from her room.
Her grey eyes were teary but still beautiful. She looked too thin for her own good.And her body was covered in bruises.
I grabbed her hand and led her to my bedroom. Once inside I locked my door and layed the wooden board I had made across
it. I could never be too careful with that man.
"What?" I looked over at her.
"I'm leaving." She frowned, "I cant take this anymore. My stuff is already packed and in my car. I don't know when I'll see you again."
Was she kidding? She was going to leave without asking me to come with her. I felt a pang of needles in my heart.
"What did you want from me?" I asked with a broken voice.
"I want you to leave when you get the chance. I dont know where but get away when you have a chance."
"Why cant I go with you?"
"Because it's too dangerous." she frowned, "I need to go right now. Does your window still open all the way?"
I couldnt believe her, was she serious? "Yes it does."
She came close to me and wrapped her hands around my face and kissed my forehead, "I love you Hilary."
"Leave." I whispered angrily.
I watched as she backed away from me and opened my window. She crawled outside and held on the the rain pipes on the side, "Bye, Hilary."
I waited until she was completely gone to cry. I cried for an hour straight.
I was alone in this world. I know that she didnt care when dad beat me up but she could have atleast tooken me with her.
"Hilary!" the bangs of fists against my bedroom door knocked me back to reality, "Where's your mother!?"
I gathered my voice, "She left Bert! She left you and me! She's not coming back because you scared her away.
See what you did you idiot!?" I yelled towards him
"Wait til I get my hands on you!" He yelled back.
I gasped loudly and covered my mouth, I shouldnt have said anything. I closed my eyes and pressed my body against a corner as I watched him
rip my door apart with a hammer.
His body outline showed at my door frame, "Now that she's gone...you get all my anger.Are you happy?" he smiled
My eyes started spilling the tears I spilled every night, "You cant.." I whispered as he got closer.
"Yes I can." he chuckled dropping the hammer.
He walked over to me and lifted me from my arms. I left my body being thrusted to my bed.
His fists were being hammered to my stoach and my arms.
I felt a blow to my lips and to my ribcage.
I squirmed around in pain gasping for air that I didnt have.
"Can't you move little Miss. Perfect. Come on Hilary! Stand up!"
I reached for my bed covers trying to escape him. Instead I heard him pull his belt off and wrap it around his hands.
"Now this is what your mother would have gotten for leaving me."
