Part 2~
But then..My dad slammed the door in front of me and shoved my body to the ground and started kicking my ribs. First, he kicked my weakest spot, stomach. I had surgery there because of a bad car accident we had gotten in. I don't think I can live this way anymore. I quickly jumped up and ran away. I got my dads car keys and everything I needed to live on my own.
I grabbed my phone and called Charlotte, my best friend.
"Charlotte, I'm coming over. Please have your door unlocked." I speed talked
"Emergency level 8?" she asked
Our friendship is weird, if we are ever in pain, we ask an emergency level.
"No,this time worse. This is an Emergency level 10." I added
"Damn, doors open,rush in." She replied
I speed drove 15 minutes away to her home and quickly rushed in the door. I felt as if I were being followed.
