Don't Get Caught

You're Never An Imposition

Recap:
"Come on Lana I know your awake." Nick said. I didn't have to be able to see his face to know there's was a smirk.
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I let out a breath it was shaky.

"I knew you where awake." He grabbed my arm and pulled me up towards him. "Why wouldn't you answer me ?" I could feel his breath on my cheek and I could smell whiskey.

Tears started to fall down my cheek unsure of what his plans and intentions where. I heard a door shut outside of my window. Taking the only chance I had I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could hoping whoever was outside would hear and come in.

"You better not do that again." Nick said with a low tone.

I felt tears clouding my eyes. I was terrified now. Nick has touched my thigh and held his hand there many times before and tired to go further than he can. Even in front of my father, but he's never tried anything like this.

I screamed again and as soon as I did his hand went over my mouth and his other slapped me. It stung but I've had worse. I know just by the feeling it won't leave a mark.

I started crying harder when I felt his hand start roaming my body. If ever my father could be good for once in his life or at least pretend to care it would be now that's all that I wished for. I suddenly heard my door slam open.

"Get the hell away from her." I heard a voice say.

"What are you gonna do your just the help. I can have you fired in seconds." Nick spat back.

"Move or else." As the voice got closer I could tell it was frank. I was still terrified but I felt a little relaxed. He would never let anyone hurt me.

A few more words where tossed back and forth before Nick was pulled off my bed and pushed to the floor.

" Lana go to my truck and lock the doors." Frank said. I took no hesitation doing as he asked. I stood up running down the stairs. Just as I expected at the bottom my father was passed out drunk.

I sat in Frank's truck trying to calm myself. I was ok. He hadn't touched me. Not really. Honestly this was nothing. I've had worse. I'm ok. I just kept repeating the words over and over in my head.  My entire body was shaky. I felt kind of sick to my stomach as well.  After a little while Frank came down and I got out of his truck. He pulled me tight into a hug.

"I'm so sorry I didn't get there sooner." He seemed worse of than I did.

"It's ok. You came that's all that matters." I just relaxed into his hug.

"I don't want you to stay here by yourself." He said.

"Where else will I go? Plus if dad wakes up and I'm not here." The thoroughly of staying here did scare me. What was I to do if he tried again?

"You can stay with Madeline, Karen and I." Frank said in his kind words.

Madeline was Franks daughter we where pretty close. She was one of the only people to like me for me and not who my dad is. Karen was his wife. She tends to take care of me when I'm sick. She's been my mother ever since mine died.

"Are you sure I don't want to impose."  That was the one thing I hated was being an imposition and being a bother.

"It's never an imposition to have you in our house Lana you know that."  Frank smiled and opened the door for me in his truck. 

I took one last glance at the house. How am I going to explain not being there in the morning to dad?