cuffed • g.d

2.

I hate family dinners. We never talk, we are all in our own little worlds. Not giving a fuck about each other's days like we used to. I get up and throw my food away, I watch it slowly slip off my plate and into the trash can. I put my dish in the sink and head up stairs,
"Where do you think you're going? This is a family dinner so we will all stay together like family GODDAMNIT!" my dad yelled slurring his words. He does this bullshit every night, so I continue my way upstairs, trying to tune out his mumbled words.
I jump face first onto my bed hoping that when I go to sleep I won't wake up, I feel my body weaken, going into "sleep mode" as my mind starts to relax  I feel my body being shaken viciously.
  "GET UP! TAYA GET UP HURRY!" My sister yelled. She headed towards my door and locked it. She had a fresh bruise on the side of her face, that's when I knew.
"Lani did dad hit you again?"
         "Yes, but he's getting worse. He took the pills again and he's going on a rampage we need to get out of here."
we head for the door a massive BANG came from behind it he was trying to get in my room, he rattled the door handle yelling at us, my brain was screaming and my body was shaking, the banging got louder and stronger and I saw my door begin to break. Lani grabs my shivering arm and rushes towards the window,
  "Come on we have to jump!"
She takes the first leap and I hesitate to follow. For someone who tries to come up with new ways to kill herself  you sure are a pussy for jumping off a roof I thought to myself. My door breaks and my dad rushes in bumping into every piece of furniture in his path, I close my eyes and jump landing right on my ankle, the pain shoots right up my leg but I hold in my screams. Lani takes my hand and we run as fast as we could, as far as we could. She pulls out her phone a struggles to dial a number, who could she be calling? If she calls the police dad would be put in jail and we would have to fend for ourselves and she would be my legal guardian and I knew she couldn't handle that kind of pressure. I knew it was either one of her boyfriends or her friend Reily.
    We wait in the freezing cold for a couple minutes hiding from every upcoming car fearing it was our father. Suddenly a pair of headlights creep up beside us..