" I hate you!" he shouted at my face.
I knew what he wanted he wanted to see me cry.
Well I wasn't.
"Really you do? I always just thought of it as tough love."
Most girls didn't have arguments like this with their father but it never worried me.
"How dare you! I'm your father and I can't believe I let your mother have you!"
Ouch. Did he really think this affected me. My mom had divorced this looser before I was born. I stood, went to my room, and started packing. I packed 700,000 dollars into my wallet. Packed all my clothes, 3 pairs of shoes, my phone, earbuds, and charger.
This sucker thought I was gonna take it, ya right.
"I can't believe your mine!" I heard through the door.
I opened the window and slid out. I started the car and drove out if the drive way. I was headed for my aunt and uncle's house up in Maine. Haven't seen that bastard since.
