Age Is Just A Number (A Blake Griffin Story)

Chapter 21-Where Should I Go Anyway?

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"What's that?"

"I don't know." My dad answered.

He opened the box and took some pictures out. He looked at them. I couldn't see what they were showing but his face got angrier by the second. I got in front of my father.

"Let me see. What is--" slap

I fell to the floor and held my cheek.
My father walked closer to me and I crawled backwards until I hit the wall. His eyes were so dark and I just realized now that I was crying.

"I thought you and Chris are a thing. Bullshit. You little slut. You lied to me. I didn't raise you to be like this. You whore, you slut!"

He threw the photos in front of me. I looked at them and realized that they were showing me. But not just me. Me and Blake. Without clothes. It was from the night. Oh my god who took this? There were even more. Some of them in the bedroom and some in the living room and also some in his car.

"I-I-I it's not what it looks like. Dad we didn't do anything."

My dad pulled me up and slapped me
again.

"STOP LYING!!!"

"Please, stop. I didn't sleep with him."

He pulled me up by my collar and threw me away.

"We didn't raise you to be like this. You were supposed to stay a virgin until marriage, you slut. I'm ashamed to call you my daughter. I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him. And you."

I didn't know how but somehow I managed to get up and into my room. I ran and ran and ran. In my room I locked my door. I needed to get away from there. I took my big bag and packed some things. I heard my father leave the house and drive away. Sh*t is he going to go to Blake? I waited a few seconds and then left the house.

I sat on the bus for hours and drove through L.A. I thought about what just happened. My father hit me. He hadn't hit me for over a year now and I thought he would never do it again. I feel so ashamed. After what seemed like the third time the bus stopped near Blakes street again and I finally had the guts to get off the bus. I went through the streets and looked at the houses. Wow these had to be very expensive. I was just looking when I noticed an extraordinary car. It was a golden Chevrolet. With red tires. I know this car. It's Chris'.

I got over to the house and knocked on the door. Chris opened it. Shirtless.

"Ehhh Dana?"

"Hey."

"What are you doing here?"

"I run away from home."

"What?! Eehm come in."

I got in and he gave me some water.

"I need to get some clothes but don't go away."

"I won't, where should I go anyway?"

Chris got into a room and I walked trough his living room. I also went into the kitchen and put my glass down. On my way back I noticed a big rolled up paper and some tools. I looked closer and opened it. It was a sketch of a car. I looked even closer and realized that it was from a Ford Mondeo. We had a Ford Mondeo. There was something circled in red. I looked closer and read breaks. Please let this not be what I think it is.

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Soo what do you guys think will happen next? I can tell you one thing; it's going to be crazyy.
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-Sofia♡♥♡