Witches ,Werewolves and ....Mates?

My Father & My Escape

I got home and all the lights were off. Thank god. I opened the door and walked in closing the door as quietly as I could manage. After closing the door I walked past the lounge room to see my father passed out on the couch, empty beer bottles littering the floor. I quickly ran up the stairs avoiding all the creepy spots. I entered my room locking the door behind me. I had a bag that I kept packed with clothes my phone charger and writing books. I grabbed it out off my closet going to my bathroom and throwing all my toiletries in and leaving. I opened my door slowly. When I couldn't see anything I walked out but before I could turn around after smelling the air my father had me pinned to a wall. I struggled using all my werewolf strength but he also used his easily overpowering me. Only when he went to smell my hair was I able to losses my left hand from his grip and smash it into the side of his face. He stumbled back and I took my chance. I ran down the stairs as fast as my werewolf speed would let me. When I reached the bottom I quickly turned in the direction of the door. I ran for it. I passed the basement door and shuddered at the memories of what my father used to do to me in there after my mother died of ahi tear attack. I quickly looked back to see my father just reaching the bottom of the stairs. I increased my speed and flung the front door open in a matter of seconds. I didn't stop or turn around I just ran and ran not caring were I ended up. Because it didn't matter were I was because I was already free.