Flashback
"Allie, you goddamned whore. Why couldn't you keep your legs shut even for a little bit. You remind me of your mother." Rick had spat at her.
SMACK!
Allies head snapped to the side sharply as her father backhanded her. A glaring red outline of his hand stood out darkly against her mocha colored cheek. She fell backwards and scrambled to get away from her aggressor. She raised a shaking hand to her face and touched her bruising cheek. Her dark eyes glared up at her father as she stood up slowly, her legs shaking all the way.
"Get out of my sight. Pack up your shit and leave, don't ever show your face again." He looked at Allie with blatant disgust in his eyes and turned his back, walking out the front door of the house.
She heard Ricks truck start up, and the cars axle squeaked loudly as he pulled out of the driveway. Allie felt her knees go, and she braced herself against a wall. Tears worked their way out of her eyes and she felt sobs rising out of her chest. 'What am I going to do now..' Allie though to herself. She cleared her mind and laid there for a while sobs wrenched her chest. After a while, the sobs subsided and she felt the tears dry on her face. She sat up wiping the dried tears from her face. She stood up, using the wall for support and made her way to her room. She reached her room and opened the door taking it all in for the last time. She picked up her bag and dumped all of the books out of it. Allie began to grab clothes from her dresser, she threw her wallet into the bag and zipped it up. She pulled out her flip phone and made a quick call to her best friend, Carrisa. She hoisted the book bag over her shoulder and walked out of her room. She took another quick glance at the purple and white walls. The black gauzy curtains fluttered as wind blew through the window. She looked at the pictures of her, and her friends littered all over her cork board and felt a ping of sadness go through her body. She flipped off the lights, which she had flipped on when she walked into the room, and made her way into the living room, she snatched her keys off the end table next to the ugly plaid couch and stalked out of the living room she headed into the kitchen, grabbing a water.
She walked out of the kitchen and out the front door, leaving it unlocked. She took the houses key off her key ring and threw it into the garden bed next to the porch at the front of the house. She shivered as a gust of wind blew, throwing the snowflakes into a dance. A light dusting of snow littered the ground. She walked slowly along the concrete path to the driveway. Allie finally got to her red Saturn and she swung open the car door. She flung her self into the seat and threw her book bag into the back seat of the car. She put the key into the ignition and turned it. The car shuttered to life, and warm air blasted from the vents, warming the air.
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