Dancer

Part 17

i ran out my house all the way to my dads... Imagine running more than 10minutes. I was out of breath when I got there. All the lights were off. I bangged on the door like I was the police. Kimberly opened the door"what in the- oh hi sweetie.* looks at clock* it's kinda late and* looks behind her* how did you get here?" she asked. I was still crying." my mom h-hit me and I r-ran here. I wanna st-stay" she looked at me shocked.

" Brian!!!" she yelled for my dad

" what ba- oh uh hey baby girl. Why are you here?" he asked coming down the steps.

"what's her face hit her. Come in sweetie let me take a look" she said grabbing my hand pulling me into the house. She turned on a light and they both gasped.

" omg! It's completely red!" my dad yelled in anger.

" babe relax. Sweetie come with me. Let's go wash you up and then you go to bed" she said walking up stair with me to my room.

Brian pov---

I picked up the house phone and called Leslie.

" hello?" she asked sounding like she was crying.

" you should be ashamed hitting her!" I yelled into the phone.

" br-Brian no please! You use to hit her!"

" and I apologized to her!!!" I yelled back at her.

" where is she!" she yelled sound agitated.

" with me and she's staying!" I hung up on her before she could protest.

I went up stairs to see my angel sleeping peacefully with Kimberly beside her. I crawled in bed with them and cuddled Kimberly as she cuddled Monica