Rebel With A Cause [SAMPLE ONLY]

Chapter Five

PIC OF CARTER'S CAR ON THE SIDE ==============================>

Kaitlyn didn’t go home that night. Instead, she waltzed in at breakfast time, ignoring the scowl on her father’s face.

“Morning, Daddy!” she chirped brightly. “Lovely morning today, isn’t it? I thought you’d be out enjoying the fresh air?”

Her father frowned. “Where were you last night, Kaitlyn?” he asked sternly.

She shrugged and ignored his question as she walked into the kitchen. Her mother was making pancakes.

“Morning, Mummy,” she said brightly. “What’s for breakfast? Pancakes? Yum!”

Her mother rolled her eyes. “Just go and set the table, will you?”

Kaitlyn grinned and walked into the dining room, striding purposefully past her dad.

“Kaitlyn,” he said sternly. “We need to talk.”

She shrugged him off and went and collected the placemats and cutlery, laying them out carefully on the table.

“Kaitlyn,” her father tried again.

She looked up and gave him her most adorable smile. “Yes, Daddy?”

He frowned. “Where were you last night?”

She looked up at him, flashing her big eyes at him. “I went out street racing with my friend Rebekah.”

Her father ground his teeth together. “Don’t lie to me Kaitlyn. I’ve had it with all of your crap!”

At that moment, her mother walked in. “What’s going on in here?”

Kaitlyn looked innocently at her dad, and he glared right back.

“Our daughter thinks it’s funny to lie about where she’s been, and mock me about it,” he spat bitterly.

Her mother sighed. “Katie, don’t be rude.” She walked out, leaving a steaming husband behind her.

“That’s it?” he screamed. “That’s all? Just a don’t be rude? Laylz, she’s ruining this family! And you’re just letting her get away with it?”

Her mother poked her head around the corner and shot him the look. “She’s your daughter, too. You do something about it.”

He growled in frustration and spun around to face Kaitlyn, who was still pulling her innocent act.

“You’re an ungrateful little girl,” he snapped. “Get out of my sight.”

Kaitlyn was stunned. He’d never sounded so venomous in her whole life.

“Fine,” she replied, shocked. “I’ll go. By the way, I’m moving out.”

Her father turned puce. “You’re what?”

She turned around and looked him dead in the eye. “I’m moving out,” she repeated. “I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back.”

“Kaitlyn!!” her father screamed. “You are not leaving this house!”

“Yes, I am,” she replied coldly. “You don’t want me here, and that’s ok. I’m leaving. You can have your perfect little life without me.”

She turned around and ran up to her room, grabbing her overnight bag and randomly stuffing things inside. She packed her clothes and her shoes and her make-up, but left behind everything else. She didn’t need the family photos or the ones with her friends. She wouldn’t be going to school anymore. She would be a girl racer, and make enough money to live on. Her friends didn’t even know what she was really like, anyway.