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Recap: Ring.....ring.....ring.....ring

"Hello?" voice deep and groggy. Shit. I guess I woke him up. Oops? "D-Dylan...it's me....Wren." I whispered with a groan. Old man got me good. "Wren? What's wrong? Are you okay? Did something happen?" he asked now fully awake. "It's dad Dyl...he's drinking again." I whisper and cough only to cough up a bit of blood. He busted my lip and I bit my tongue. "Oh my god. I'm on my way. Just don't move hang in there!" I roll my eyes. What a douche. "I can't move jackass! Just hurry up and get here." I fire back sarcastically and groan as I feel my stomach clench from trying not to laugh at my sarcasm. He hangs up the phone and I wait there and my hard, cold bedroom floor for my brother to come and take me away from this place.

After a 5 minute wait I hear a car door slam shut from outside. Finally! 

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I hear the front door downstairs open harshly and loud footsteps rushing up the flight of stairs. My bedroom door swings open to reveal my brother Dylan. I smile but groan in pain as everything began to go fuzzy, next thing I know Dylan is by my side in a second. "Wren! Oh my god! What the hell happened to you?"  he asked worriedly. "The old man's d-drinking again D-Dyl." I whimper as the pain in my side began to increase and spreads to my back. "You are coming with me. Fuck this shit! You are never coming back here ever again." he said grabbing my bag that I always kept und" er my bed in case I wanted to run away. How the hell does he know where it is? I have no fucking clue but I don't argue about it. 

He opens all of my drawers to my dresser and shoves everything in my bag. My bras, underwear, shirts, pants, shorts, socks, etc. He then picks me up bridal style and walks out if my bedroom. He carries me down the stairs careful not to drop me. We then made it to the bottom of the stairs when our father gets in the way, blocking the only way out, with a beer bottle in his hand. "Where do you think your'e going?" he asked, finally somewhat sober yet he still looks like he is angry. "Away from this hell hole!" Dylan shouts angrily and golds me close to him. We walk around the old man and head towards the door to get away from him but it was too late. He grabs Dylan by the hoop of the back pack, yanking it harshly; causing the both of us to fall to the ground. I yelp in pain as I fell on the bad side of my stomach. I look to the left to see my dad on top of Dylan, punching in the face repeatedly. I feel this sudden rush of adrenaline in my body. I take all of my strength I have left in my body and lift myself up from the ground and limp over to them, ignoring the pain shooting through my body and grab my dad by the shirt, pulling him off of Dylan. 

I slowly walk up to the son of a bitch with my blood boiling from the rage  I am feeling. I had an evil smirk on my face. Time for payback! I turn him  over on to his back and kneel on his stomach putting all my wight on him. I cock my arm back and throw the first punch. I punch him repeatedly in the face, not feeling guilty one bit. "This is for beating me and saying you will never drink again and lying! And this is for ruining my whole fucking life!" I yelled with every punch I threw.  His face was now already covered in blood  and so were my knuckles. I suddenly felt arms around my waist, pulling me up off of David. He doesn't deserve to be called a father. "That's enough Wren! Let's just go already!" Dylan exclaimed. We quickly run out of the house after I grab my things and we hop into the car. "Dude did you take mom's car?" I asked confused as we shut the doors and Dylan starts the car. "No. I use it to go to work and school. I got my permit earlier than usual." he explains and I only nod my head. "Ready to go?" he asked and looked at me. I just nod my head again and we were off.


After a 4 minute drive we finally arrive at the house him and our mom are now living at. The inside lights are on and we see our mom's shadow from the window pacing around inside. "Did you even tell her you were leaving?" I asked looking at Dylan. He just shook his head no and we got out of the car. I follow behind Dylan as we walk up to the front door and he opens it slowly. "Dylan! Oh my goodness where have you been?" a female voice I thought I'd never hear again cried out. I quietly hid behind Dylan not wanted her to see me covered in blood and cuts and bruises. "Sorry mom. I had to pick up someone." he said quietly. "And who in the world would you have to pick up at 3am?" she shouted, walking forward, still not noticing me yet. Dylan moves out of the way to reveal a bruised and bloody girl who is broken, me. 

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