Chapter 35

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We're 5 minutes away from Kat's and my nervous breakdown is starting, hand in hand with Jc my hand starts to shake.

My jaw clenches and my feet start to go nuts under the dashboard, "Are you ok?" Jc raises a brow.

"No, my dad is back and is about to murder my best friend"

"I'm sure he wouldn't-"

"You don't know my fucking dad Jc." I squeeze his hand tighter to tell him I didn't mean it personally.

"It's going to ok, I won't let him take you."

"That's what you keep saying, yet there's nothing you can do about this! You're not gonna punch him and he'll back off and fly away to Poland." I spit, when I'm nervous or antsy I tend to get a little harsh.

I was too caught up in my own suffocating mind to care about anyone else's feelings. I know it sounds conceded but that's how I take horrific events.

Jc stays quiet as she glide along the roads of Cali, I hope he doesn't make me move across the country. It was pure lucky and maybe a little fate to have Connor find me, but in my father's house, my luck with finding someone like Jc, Connor, and Crew is below unlikely.

As we pull up the Kat's driveway, I feel as though all of the color on my face has drained out.

Before I could think about what to say, Kat's front door opens- my dad appearing in the doorway.

His silver hair gleamed in the sunlight, his baby blue eyes full of rage, his hand turns white from holding the doorknob so tightly.

"Victoria Williams, where the hell have you been?!" he shouts.

My eyes fix on him, I will not let him take me back. I will no longer suffer his drunken wrath, it's his fault I ran away- yet I can't be very upset with him, he's the reason I met Jc.

"It took you this long to realize I was gone?-" I snort "-it's been almost a month."

"I've been looking for you since you

left the house! You're coming home Victoria." he snarls.

"No-" I walk up to him, eyes zeroed on his pissed face "-I'm not. You fucking abused me! I will not go back to that house, I'm 19 and am a free adult. And if you ever lay a hand on me or anyone of my friends I'm calling the cops. I don't care what a stupid piece of paper says, you'll never be my father." I spit at him.

He blinks twice, before I could tell him to leave he raises his hand and whips it across my face.

It doesn't hurt as much as it used to but being slapped isn't pleasant, "I am your legal guardian, you teach me with respect. We are going home."

The front door opens behind him, Kat peers out and mouth "I called the cops." she points to the phone.

I make a small nod and looks back at him, "Ok, I'll go. Let me get my stuff..."

He nods and crosses his arms, "Hurry the hell up."

I nod and walk slowly to the car, little did he know I was going no where...

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