I was walking around the streets of New York, trying to avoid home. My father was there and I just couldn't stand to see him right now. All I could think about was my brother and how much I missed him. You see my brother left me and my dad 2 years ago when he turned 18. He moved to Oklahoma and I haven't heard from him since.
I finally snapped out of my daydream when I tripped over a rock. I looked up and realized I was in front of the house. Might as well go inside, I thought to myself as I began walking up the steps. I opened the door quietly trying not to wake up my dad, but once I got inside I saw him sitting in his armchair with a beer in his hand staring at the door.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?" My dad yelled as he began walking towards me.
"I was just walking around," I said softly
"I want you out of this house and never come back!" He said as he hit my head with his beer bottle. The glass from the bottle flew everywhere. I ran upstairs to my room and packed my bags and grabbed all my money. I ran out of the door and went to the only place I knew I could be safe, Tulsa Oklahoma.
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Dally's Little Sister
RomantizmMy names Dani, I am 16. I live in New York with my dead beat dad. I have a brother, Dallas Winston, but will I ever be able to see him again? Will I fall in love or be broken hearted?
