The next morning, Harper had to go at 10am. She got all her stuff and got ready to leave. After 30 minutes of waiting for her dad, he arrived. She started walking towards to her car. I ran to her and hugged her. "I'm gonna miss you." She looked at me with a sad smile. "Don't worry, this isn't gonna be the last time." I smiled and nodded. She got in her car, and they drove off. I went inside. For hours I kept replaying what happened yesterday. Did the kiss mean something? Did it not? Is it bad I don't know? I decided to call Harper. She picked up. "Hey Harper! About yesterday, um... did it mean something? I mean, every kiss means something, right?" I totally forgot Harper was in the car still with her dad. Her dad looked at her with a confused face. "Uhh, Amaya, I got to go. I'll call you later." I was about to say okay, but before I could, the call ended. Harper put her phone in her pocket, and looked at the road. Her dad's grip on the wheel got more firm. She looked the wheel, and back at her dad. He took a deep breath. "What did I just hear, Harper?" He said, with anger in his breath. Harper got really scared. "Uhh it wasn't anything big. We just kissed." Mr. Addison looked at Harper. Her eyes widened. Before she knew it, she felt a painful smack on the back of her head. She fell forward, hitting her teeth on the front panel. Her teeth slowly started to bleed. She looked in the mirror, then back at her dad. The fear in Harper's eyes didn't effect Mr. Addison in any way. She finally realized. Her dad was homophobic. Harper's dad drove faster. Harper never saw him this mad. She started losing more blood. She looked around the car, looking for any kind of paper towel. She didn't find any. They arrived at their house. They both got out of the car, and walked inside. Mr. Addison pushed her out of the way. "Get to your room now." She hesitated. "I said, NOW!" He yelled. She ran to her room, and closed the door. She was looking for her phone, but realized it fell out of her pocket when she got smacked, and is still in the car. She put her face in her hands. Her breathing got heavier. The blood dried on her chin. Her shirt was covered in her blood. After a few minutes of panicking, Mr. Addison barged into her room, with a belt. Harper jumped. Tears started dripping down her face. "Daddy, please don't do this." Mr. Addison ignored her, and started hitting her with the belt. Harper tried sucking it up, but couldn't. She screamed as loud as she could, hoping her neighbors would hear her. She remembered that her neighbors went on vacation to Miami for March break. Harper stood up and ran to the door. Mr. Addison grabbed her leg. She was getting pulled back into her room. She screamed. She grabbed onto the corner of the wall, begging her dad to stop. He let go. Harper let go of the wall. Mr. Addison started pulling her by her hair. She screeched as she smacked her dad. She got the belt again, and started beating her. She got up, and ran out of the room. He ran after her. Harper ran into her bathroom, locking the door. She hid in the shower. After a few minutes of pounding on the door, it finally opened. Mr. Addison looked around with the belt dangling from his hand. He opened the shower curtain, seeing Harper. She hit him with vase she picked up before going in the bathroom. Harper hit her dad with it. The vase broke on his head, and he fell to the ground. She hesitated seeing blood flood around her dad. She ran out of her house. She opened the car, and took her phone, and ran for her life.
