The 585

Riding Down The Wrong Path

I pulled into my driveway not really wanting to get out. I could see the living room light on including the kitchen . Yep, my dad was definitely home. My phone vibrated again. I picked it up and pressed ignore. This was the 13th time my dad had called, literally. No doubt in my mind that I was going to be in big trouble when I walk through that door. Yay. Friggin. Me.

I got out of the car feeling the cool Texas air. Even though it was the middle of February it was still pretty cold ever other day. Stupid-Bipolar Houston weather. I walked up the driveway of our small one story house. We've been living here for about four years since we moved from Austin. I can't lie I really missed it there.

I missed my friends the most . Considering the fact that I'm a little on the unapproachable side, I don't have many friends. I keep to myself most of the time. Who could I blame? I've never met my mom (don't even know what she looks like ) , and on top of that , I'm an only child. Life's easy right ? Wrong.

I didn't grab the door knob quick enough before...

"Where THE HELL have you BEEN. Do you have any IDEA what time it is! God, your so irresponsible. You could have gotten snatched! You could have gotten into a car accident for Christ sakes !" My dad yelled. I could see the vain pop out of his neck. He rubbed his bald head.

"Yeah , but as you can see I'm in one piece ." sarcasm dripping from my voice. He gave me one of his "now your really pushing it" glares.

"Give me your phone and car keys ". Wait what ? I will not stand for it. Sure, take my phone. I have an iPod to jam my music. The CAR KEYS though on the other hand. I was definetly not giving up. It was my only escape I just couldn't.

"Dad, come on ! Why my car keys too this time. " I pleaded . I figured this is the only way he would try to keep me in the house.

"Vi don't argue with me! " My dad yelled. He know I hate that Nick name. Manvi was already an odd name itself. Vi just sounded like a simple letter out of the alphabet. I wasn't anywhere near simple.

"Whatever " I mumbled back pissed. I through my car keys which fell by his feet and handed him my phone ( not wanting to crack the fragile , glass of the iPhone ) .

I tried to brush past him and he stopped me pulling my face closer to his view . "What is that on your face! Did someone hit you? Was it that bastard Dylan? " his face was plastered with concern and anger.

I almost forgot about the way Dylan treated me today. Almost. Sure this wasn't the first, but each time he drank to much he got worst. I threatened to leave him but found it hard. Each time I came running back for more. I knew it was bad for me. I really needed to stop toying with fire.

"No dad it's nothing, I just bit down on my lip too hard. " I put together the best lie I could.

" Bullshit . If I find out you sneaking around with that low-life and letting him touch and hit you , Im turning that bastard in! Right after I beat his ass! " He let me go and I just stood there not knowing what to say. All my smart remarks vanished .

We stood there just staring at eachother. I can see the disappointment on his face.

"Just Go. " He mumbled as he shook his head. His little girl who he barely knew was letting him down.

His little girl wasn't so little anymore.

His little girl was riding down the wrong path.