Connor's POV
I woke up the next day to a knock at my door. I rubbed my eyes til I could finally see clearly and walked over to the door. "Conman are you up? You're gonna be late for school" I heard my dad say. I sighed in relief and opened the door. "Hey dad, Goodmorning" I said with a small smile. "Are you ok? You look really worn out" he asked and I shook my head." I actually am worn out, you know with school work and stuff" I said shrugging. " You wanna stay home?" My dad suggests. " That'd be cool, I can lay down and rest" I said nodding my head. "Alright I'll call in to check on you, I have a doctors appointment at ten so I'll see you in a few hours." "Alright" I said and shut the door after he walked away. I was angry, I haven't calmed down from the call I recieved from my mother. I lay back down on my bed, my phone vibrated, and it was a text from Danielle.
Danielle: Good Morning, see you at school
Connor: Goodmorning BabyGirl, and I am sorry but I won't be at school today actually I'm feeling a little under the weather
Danielle: Aw man, well that sucks who's going to keep me company in Math and make me laugh? I hope you feel better
Connor: Of course I'll feel better, remember our date tomorrow? I wouldn't miss it for a cough or a sneeze
Danielle: lol good then, I'll text you later
Connor: Sure thing
A huge knock on the door scared me and I walked over to the door. "Dad?" I asked curiously. I witnessed three different stages to my dad.There was the dad who thought I was still twelve and wanted to play catch, there was the dad who thought I was an intruder at war, and there was my real dad. "Who's in there!?" My dad yelled out. I guess this is the intruder/military general version of my dad. I heard him punch the door and I jumped startled. The military version was the violent version of my dad. "Unlock this door right now!" He yelled out. I heard him twisting and turning the knob. I ran over to the hurried over to my closet, grabbed my get away bag and my phone. I made my way out the window. Five months ago, my dad was able to knock the whole door down and beat the crap out of me. I was so afraid he'd be able to do the same thing again.
I was walking up the street and took out my phone to call Michael. He picked up and I sighed in relief.
Michael: Hey man what's up?
Me: Uh are you on your way to school?
Michael:Yeah about to leave my house why what's going on?
Me: I need a ride
Michael: Not taking the bus?
Me: No I already missed it, just head over
Michael: Alright Be there in ten minutes
I shut the phone. I realized I was still in my pajamas. I opened my bookbag and put on my sweatpants on the sidewalk avoiding the stares I was getting from my neighbors. I always kept a get away bag just in case things got worse.I hated the idea of leaving my dad alone but I was too afraid that one day he would kill me. I put on the hoodie sweatshirt and ran my fingers through my hair. I was sure I looked like shit but I needed to get away from the house. School was the last place I wanted to go though. A few minutes later Michael pulled up towards me and honked. I got into the car and fist bumped him. We drove off. "Hey man let's ditch" I said. "Ditch? I haven't heard those words come out of your mouth since Sophmore year" Michael laughed. " I was originally staying home today because I wasn't feeling well but I couldn't stay home" I said shrugging. "Remember how we use to go to that cool arcade?" Michael asked and I nodded. "We out to that place?"He asked and I nodded. Anywhere but being home or at school.
