Cha4:what can we do?

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(Tords pov)
After school I ran home I packed the book a kitchen knife just in case and two flower crowns.
"TORD!"
My dad yelled.
The only reason he calls me like that is when he's angry...
I grabbed my bag and placed it next to the end of the stairs.
"Hey dad.."
He had a bottle in his hand.
"U WENT THROUGH MY DADS ROOM DIDNT U!?"
He yelled in a harsh tone full of anger.
"D-da-
He smacked me in the throat with his bottle.i stumbled back wards and fell on my back.
I couldn't breathe for more than half a minute and I was getting dizzy.
When I could bring myself to stand up
I grabbed my bag and my phone and then I ran for it.
I then got a text from anonymous while running for my life that was more than worthless to anyone.
-text-
^Hey,when do u wanna leave to go to the waterfall!^

=now woildd be nuixce=
-text-
I couldn't even type right!
-text-
^is everything okay?^

=wheire cun wi meyt=

^that seven eleven gas station^
-text-
I didn't even bother typing the rest.
I ran from my neighbor hood all the way to the gas station.
And there he was.
In a blue bike staring at me.
He had no sympathy what so ever.
"What happened?"
I looked at him.
"My dad"
He looked at me with wide eyes.
"Your throat has a cut I'll go get some napkins from the bathroom!"
His voice had a little bit more sympathy than his face ever did.
I just nodded.
I hid behind a tree that was right next to the gas station with his bike and two bags.
He came back out and put a wet napkin on my throat.
I was just looking at him.
He went through his bag and got bandages and wrapped them around my neck.
"T-thanks.."
He nodded
I then went in my bag and brought out two flower crowns,one yellow and one red.
I handed him the yellow one.
"Eh,I'll pass yellow isn't my thing..."
Not even a no thanks, but I didn't complain he did just bandage me up so all I did was smile and nod placing the red flower crown on my head and putting the yellow one away.
He then grabbed my arm and placed me on his bike then he got on and we were in the road to this waterfall.

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