Finding A Safe Haven: Steven Tyler And I

One Foot Out The Door

Lisa's POV

I opened my eyes to see the light gleaming through my curtains. I lived in a small house separated from the rest of the world in the middle of nowhere. Though, sometimes it didn't even bother me. My name is Lisa Magret Davidson and I am 28 years old.
I live in a farm house in just about the middle of nowhere. My dad, brother, and me have about 60 dairy cows, which needed to be milked every day. It got tiring, trust me. Though, I built up some muscle.

I want an escape and that is what I was after. I did not want to live in this house for another second. Today was the day I was going to pack up and haul everything I had to Austin, Texas. My mom died when I was 8, and I guess my dad just never recovered from it. She was the only thing that held this family, or if you can even call it that, together.

My brother was no good either. Only cares about himself the majority of the time, and he always seemed to have a chip on his shoulder. Though, I knew he still loved me. I could see it in his eyes. He was just trying to find a place somewhere, just like me. I would miss him, and I knew he would miss me too.

I swung my leg over the side of my bed when I herd my dad bust into my small bedroom.

"Get up right now missy! You sleep more than anyone I know! Those cows out there need some attention!"
Scott, my dad, said.

"Oh sweet, how about you go give them what they need then?" I said feeling power of him, but I knew it wouldn't last. I always got somethin' from talking back.

He stepped closer and I felt and hot sensation spread across my cheek. He SLAPPED ME. Knowone EVER slaps me! EVER! I was done here.

" Aren't you sassy today? Yeah well I'm not having it!" He marched in my room and flung open the curtains.

"Well that's too bad." I said sarcastically. I knew he hated me.

Anger rose to his face. "Get up right NOW! I will NOT say it again!" he stared at me with hatred steaming out of his crazy black eyes. Ever since mom died, it has been hard reading his eyes. He was definitely different. He raised his hand in an attempt to grab my leg and pull me out of my bed. He flung me out of bed, living me lying on the floor. Everything rushed to my head as I felt I felt my cheek jolt in response.

Man, was he going to get a suprise. I jumped of the ground as my thoughts rushed together. I had to defend myself. I kicked him back from my window and pushed him to the door frame of my bedroom. Did I mention I'm a tough cookie? I then kicked the door shut right in his face. Now that is what I'm talking about!

"Get outta here! You will NOT hit me ever again! I am leaving this house, and you will NEVER find me!" I said as I jumped out of my bed.

"You do not have control! I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT! I am your father and you will NOT leave this house until I say so!" he said. I could sense the wicked smile on his face as he stood outside my bedroom door, and finally walked away after hearing no response from me. Perfect. It was my time to escape.

I was getting out of here, no matter what he said. I am done with this place. There is nothing left here for me, and as long as he had that attitude, I will be far away from him as possible.

I packed all my raggy old clothes in a the biggest luggage I could find. I didn't have much, so everything I owned fit in the luggage. I would need to go shopping. I left my phone on my bedside table because he could track me down with that thing. I would buy a new one once I get to my new life in Texas. This was it. I'm heading out of the house that I was trapped in for 28 years. Scott was not going to have power of me or my life any longer. So many painful memories tied me up here, but not anymore.

I ran downstairs, avoiding my father and brother at all costs. I sliped behind the kitchen counter and cracked open the emergency stash of money. We kept at least 10,000 buckaroos in that thing.

I counted up the money: $18,000! This was all mine. I stuffed all of it into the remaing space in my luggage. This was going to be hard getting out of this house and leaving my brother, but I knew it was for the best. I grabbed a sandwich that was left out on the kitchen counter and lunged to the door, where I met my dad.

He just stood there. With a wicked cheschire cat smile on his face staring at me with those big black hateful eyes. I am leaving.

I threw my luggage out the door, so I had a better chance of hitting my father down to escape. My brother was sitting down in a rocking chair outside on the porch. I felt so sorry for him that I was leaving, but I knew he would understand.

I threw a punch into my dad's throat. That would knock the air out of him for a few moments to say goodbye to my brother. I knew I shouldn't because my dad would be getting up soon, but I had to.

I stepped out of the house and onto the porch over to Andrew with my back turned to my dad. He got up from the chair and I gave him a tight hug. I do not know the next time I will see him, so I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I will call you and explain as soon as I can. Be strong little bro. I love you." I said as he looked over my shoulder.

Andrew looked behind me "Kylie watch out!"

I turned around and my dad was limping over to me. I kicked him in the gut to the floor. He was down, and I was free.

"Goodbye." I said sternly to my dad. It took all the might in me to hold back the tears and I darted for my luggage, leaving my brother, but I was going to see him again. I also said good by to my horses and my favorite cow, Betsy.

I picked up my luggage and ran till my knees were limp, where I found a train stop.

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