Driving to Nowhere

Chapter 6~ Driving to Nowhere~

Chapter 6:

It was a short awkward ride to my house I showed him my address on my phone with my map.

"So don't be afraid to call me or text me if you ever need anything, like anything. If you run out of peanut butter just text me and I'll get some for you."

I laughed a little. I was already feeling comfortable talking to him.

"Harry why do you feel the need to be nice to me?" I innocently questioned.

"I don't need to I just want to protect you."

"Why me? Why do I need protection?"

"I don't know I just.... I like that your different."

I took that as a compliment as we pulled in front of my house.

"Well um, thank you Harry- I paused and then opened my door and to my surprise he got out as well.

"Harry what are you doing?" I exclaimed.

"We'll I was gonna walk you to the door is that a problem?" He seemed confused. I knew of my dad saw him he would hurt him... Permanently.

"Uh just , you dot have to, it's fine really." I tried to convince him to get back in his car.

"Okay. Uh I guess I will see you tomorrow? Call me if you ever need anything." And with that he hugged me and I ran up the steps to the door. He made sure I was inside and then drove off.

"Where the hell have you been?" My father slurred.

"Um I walked home today." I quietly said.

"What made you walk home? "

Before I could answer he boomed again, "Answer my fucking question!"

I flinched as it echoed through the house.

"I just-" he interrupted me, "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE."

"Um dad-" " NOW!"

I walked over to where he was sitting on his recliner, four empty beer bottles sat on the side table next to his chair.

I shakily stepped in front of him. Unexpectedly he shot up and slapped me acrossed the face.

I fell to the ground in pain.

"GET UP YOU PEICE OF SHIT!"

He kicked me in my side. My ribs felt like they were bruised and broken. I crawled over to the kitchen as he shouted some more.

I got to my room and locked the door. I fell onto my bed feeling like I was gonna pass out.

I reaches for my phone next to my alarm clock. It was at my fingertips. I finally grabbed it and called Harry. It was 7:00. When it started dialing my dad started to bang on my door. I was positive he would beat it down and I didn't want Harry to hear anything that would worry him so before he could answer I hung up.

"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" He was almost screaming now. It seemed for hours he was banging on the door as I wailed into my pillow. It was now 9:30 and this has been going on long enough. I called Harry but he didn't answer. Of course when I needed someone most they weren't there. I was bawling and hung up. There was so much I didn't know about Harry but one thing I knew was that he could protect me. And he said it himself.

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It was now 11:45 and my father was screaming. I was so terrified I couldn't even cry anymore.

I decided to call Harry again. This time he answered.

He heard my heavy breathing and wheezing.

"Babe what's wrong please tell me now."

I couldn't talk I was in shock.

"Babe who's banging on stuff, babe? Are you there? Faith Parker answer me."

There was a long pause then he said, "I'm coming over there." And he hung up.