Harry pulled up in front of my driveway. I got out of the car and My dad immediately grabbed a fistful of my hair and shoved me through our door.
"Get your crap and go you little-"
"Excuse me." Harry said.
My dad turned and Harry punched him in the face.
"Harry!" I yelled as my dad hit him in the face again and again. Harry got a lucky shot, and my dad hit the floor.
"Get your stuff Abby." He said, wiping blood from his mouth. Tears sprang to my eyes when I saw his blackened eye and bloody nose. Harry saw a tear rolling down my cheek and he pulled me into a hug. He lifted my chin and kissed me. It was magic. Heat rushed through me and shivers ran down my spine. Then he pulled away,
"Go get your stuff baby."
This time, I did
