He keeps me warm

the apple doesn't fall far from the tree

 my eyes fluttered open to see a shadow looming over me. 

 "how dare you take him away from me!" a demented voice shrieked.

 i adjusted my eyesight to see Emma charging towards me, like an angry rhino. she grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed my head against the wall. i felt a trickle of crimson blood run down my temple. and i smirked evilly at her. she thought she could scare me.

 she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a gun. my gun. fuck.

 "say by-by" she chirped.

 "kill me!" i screamed "i have nothing to fucking live for! i'm not scared Emma fucking do it!".

 she looked shocked as tears rolled down my cheeks, and onto my smiling lips.

 "kill me, i fucking dare you! because i know you don't have the balls to Emma!" i yelled.

 i limped towards her, sobbing. she lowered the gun, looking at me with Pity? i slowly took the gun out of her trembling hands before smirking devilishly.

 "i knew acting class was worth it" i smirked, before flashing her a wink and walking out of the room.

 now, where was Milo? I'm kind of pissed he left me there alone. every morning i wake up to nothing but an empty bed. no arms wrapped around my waist, now weight at the end of the bed. nothing. i decided to go back to my "spot" by the lake.

 when i got there i was surprised to see Zach. 

 "Zach w-what are you doing here?" i asked, brushing a strand of dark brown hair behind my ear.

 "i know you come out here to smoke Allie, it's no secret" he said.

 "please don't tell mom" i begged.

 "don't worry i won't" he reassured.

 i plopped down next to him and pulled out the small roll of cigarettes from my pocket. i lit one up and held it to my lips.

 "can i try one?" asked Zach ambitiously.

 "Zach your like twelve, you don't need to end up like me" i stated.

 suddenly the sound of tires against gravel filled or ears and we reared our necks to see Clint.

 "shit" i spat, standing up and clutching Zach's hand.

 i marched towards his car, cigarette in hand.

 "Zach, go stand on the porch with Dylan" i ordered.

 he sulked over to the porch, with Dylan who was trembling so much he peed his pants.

 "stay back Allie!" yelled mom but i was already in front of his navy blue truck.

 i held the cigarette to my lips as he stepped out of the car.

"the apple doesn't fall far from the tree" he said, motioning towards me cigarette.

 i raised my fist to punch him but he grabbed it firmly.

 "don't even try it" he growled, letting go of my aching wrist.

 "your not my dad, you don't tell me what to do Clint!" i barked, throwing my cigarette to the ground.

 suddenly, mom stormed in front of me but Clint grabbed her fist.

 "you cut your hair" he smirked, but i kicked him in the gut causing he to shoot me a dangerous glare.

 suddenly, a police officer pulled up beside him.

 "this isn't legal" shouted mom.

 tears prickled my eyes as i ran back to the porch, grabbed Dylan and Zach and ran back inside the house.

 "hide" i whispered.

 Zach and Dylan both ran upstairs to their rooms while i went to the basement.

 "M-Milo... it's me" i whispered shakily.

 suddenly i felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

 "this might me the last time i see you" i said "my dad's coming to get us".

 "go with him, it's all part of the plan..." he whispered in my ear.

 "what plan?" i asked, pulling away from him.

 he put his finger to his lips and disappeared. what the hell?! i marched back upstairs and outside to see... dad driving away. my lips curled into a smile.

 "thank you so much" i said to the deputy.

 "it's no problem" he replied.

 "now that your safe, i didn't know you smoked!" scolded mom.

 "dad taught me on my eleventh birthday" i replied softly.

 "well you can't smoke anymore" she scolded, snatching my marbarlo packet.

 "you can't tell me what to do!" i screamed.

 i couldn't control myself. she was about to take away my only escape. i snatched the box from her hands. her mouth was agape, so was the deputy's. maybe the apple doesn't fall far from the tree after all