Saving Her •Discontinued•

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•Leilani's POV•

"Yes, let's go," Luke said, walking towards the front door that leads to his car.

I followed him out the door, not once looking back or saying goodbye to Max. I didn't need to worry about him, I knew he'd be okay.

I didn't want him to see me and then want to go where I was going.

Whatever that was going to happen when I got home was not going to be good.

I didn't want Max to see his older sister getting punched and kicked by his so called father.

My anxiety was through the roof. I wish I knew what I was going home to, what John was going to do.

I was absolutely terrified at this moment, I just couldn't show that to Luke or anyone else in the gang.

I hoped and prayed to God that I can get away from the abusive life.

That I could make enough money so that I could provide for Max and that we would be safe.

I never want him to see what really happens behind closed doors.

It sucks to keep secrets from him. Luke has helped me so much more than he will ever know.

The reason I say that is because I don't think that we will see each other anymore.

The only time will be when I come to pick up Max and take him with me.

I just want to be so much happier than I am right.

A piece of advice I can give is that thinking of the worse can prepare you for the worst, even if it doesn't happen.
I absolutely hate this.

I told Luke the right house, but when he left I walked to someone else's trash can and ripped the necklace off.

I wasn't going to wear it and have him see me beaten. I threw the necklace in the trash, where it belonged.

I didn't feel bad right now. I just wanted to get my punishment over with.

I opened and closed the door as quietly as I could. I then sprinted to my room.

"Get over here you little b***h!" My dad's, if I should even call him that, voice boomed through the house.

Turning around, terrified, I walked towards his voice. I entered the kitchen, and saw him. He's holding a knife in his fist.

"Hello, sweetheart. Where were you?" He asked threatening.

Regina must have been with her "friends". She was never home, which is a good thing.

It doesn't bother me that she is never home. I am perfectly fine when she isn't here.

"I was with friends," I whispered, really scared.

John started laughing, "You have friends? You were actually brave enough to talk to someone?" He was mocking me.

"Yeah, I do," I said with more confidence and sass.

"Oh, sweetheart, I wouldn't talk to me like that if I were you. Leilani, you don't know what's coming." John glared at me with a smirk.

I hated him so much.

"Go to your room right now and you won't leave it for a week. You'll have no food so you know how your mom and I felt when you didn't make us our food." He just grinned in satisfaction, proud of his decision.

I was pissed, but at least I wouldn't have to see his face.

I stomped up to my room, at least I had a connecting bathroom, so I had water.

John followed me the whole way. Once I was by my door, I opened and stepped into my bedroom.

My "father" slammed the door shut and locked me in. At least he didn't beat me, but I knew there was more coming for me. He never ever acted that nice.

I know that doesn't seem very nice but he has been way, way worse.

I sat on my bed thinking of all the bad things John and Regina have done to me. My mom would've killed my dad if she were here.

It sucks not being able to run to my best friend.

A/N

That's it for now. Sorry, the update took so long. I had lots of homework these past two weeks of school. I have also been going to all of my sister's softball games.

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