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Breakfast on Sunday morning was very awkward and I couldn't stop shifting in my seat. I felt the gaze of both my parents burning holes into me as I avoided looking at them. My mother was still not aware of the fact that my dad hit me and I wasn't planning on telling her. My dad however, acted as nothing happened.

"Rose," my mum spoke with a strict tone which caused me to look up. "Since you didn't act the way your father and I wanted to and spent the night somewhere else without our permission, we have a little punishment for you,"

"What is it?" I asked quietly, poking at the pancake that was on my plate and was still untouched due my lack of appetite.

"You know the boxes that are on the shelf in our garage?" I nodded my head. "You have to go through them and throw away your old school books, the one's you don't use anymore obviously. You can do it whenever you would like it to but it has to be done today,"

I felt as if a weight fell off my shoulders as soon as mum finished speaking. I was expecting something worse and I was totally fine with sorting out some boxes in our garage which would hopefully be done quickly.

"Okay." I lowered my head to look at the pancake. "I will do it this evening,"

I was relieved as my parents started a conversation about their job and I zoomed out. It felt like ages later when I was finally done with eating my pancake and stood up without any comment. I was embarrassed to admit that I was scared of my father. I was scared because sometimes he was so loving and so nice but that could change within a second and he would become to a really, really infuriated person. I hated it.

I was just about to go upstairs to my room but got held back by my dad's voice.

"You are not allowed to leave the house. Go study," and without a reply, I continued walking to my room.

I shut my door and let out a frustrated groan, pulling at the roof of my hair. All of this was exhausting me and was making me feel all types of emotions. I was scared because I didn't want to disappoint my parents any more and I didn't wanna risk more things happening. I was sad because I couldn't defend myself, I always let my father do and say whatever he pleased to and I never defended myself.

And then there was this emotion that Harry caused me to feel. It was strange and unfamiliar and I didn't even know what it was. That he beat that guy who was bothering me was, I must admit, hot.

After one hour of lying in my bed and staring at the ceiling I was bored to death. I didn't want to sit in my room all day, especially if my dad told me so, I wanted to so something. I didn't really think about where to go but I got out of my pyjamas and put on some black skinny jeans, a white top and a grey cardigan. I finished my outfit with some brown combat boots which I luckily had in my room.

I double checked if I had my door locked and walked over to my window. I pulled my lip between my teeth and looked out of the window. I tried to ignore the fact that I was afraid of heights and opened the window, my phone clutched tightly with my hands. Slowly and carefully I stepped out of the window, looking back one last time to check that no one was there.

It took me so much longer to climb down my window than I expected and at the pit of my stomach there was always this anxious feeling about the height and the sneaking out. I made sure to keep my head down as I passed the windows of the kitchen, hurrying to the pavement.