Jasmine POV
My dad was pissed off. I knew he expected me to be his "little girl" or whatever but I was 17, this was getting pretty ridiculous. We pulled into the driveway, and my dad started lecturing. Yipee.
"Jasmine what the hell? What do you think you're doing, getting arrested? You should be worrying about school work and your exams. I shouldn't have to pick you up fom jail."
"You didn't have to come pick me up", I mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing."
"You're grounded for the rest of your life. And I don't want you seeing that boy anymore."
"What?! You can't do this! I am going to see that boy and you're not going to stop me!"
" I'm your FATHER Jasmine! I will tell you what to do, and you will listen and obey!"
" Mom would have let me."
" What the fuck did you just say?"
" YOU'RE A DRUNKEN BASTARD! WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE YOU CARED ALL MY LIFE? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN MOM WAS ON HER DEATH BED? WHERE WERE YOU EVEN LAST NIGHT? AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU SHOW UP WHEN IM IN JAIL WHEN I DON'T EVEN NEED YOU! What kind of father are you anyway?"
He turned around slowly, but his hand came faster, connecting with my face. I stared at him.
" Jasmine I..."
" That's fucking it."
I jumped out the car, and got into my car. The one that I had bought. The one that I earned. I started the engine. I put the address in, the one that Kian slipped into my back pocket, and stepped on the gas.
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When I got to his house I ran up the porch and rung the doorbell, trying not to break down. Kian answered right away, luckily.
" Jasmine I knew... Hey babe, are you alright? You're bleeding." His mood changed. " What the hell happened to your face? Who did this to you? Was it your dad? That bastard... what did he do?! Tell me!"
" He... he... he..... he hit me."
And I started bawling into Kians arms.
