I thanked Mikey for the ride home, gave him a hug, and ran to my door. My Dad stood there, looking pretty pissed.
"Who is that?"
"I'm Mikey," Mikey said.
"Get the hell away from my daughter. You understand me? If I catch you one more time, I will beat everything out of you." I looked longingly at Mikey, who stood, mouth agape. He mumbled a little "Bye Rose," then jogged off to his car. "And for you, if I ever catch you seeing him again, you won't see anything else," he slurred.
"Yes father," I said meekly.
"No sorry can make up for this!" he shouted. I tried to run for the stairs but he pulled me back and pushed me to the ground. Repetitive punches and cracks and slaps and kicks were all blurred together. I faked unconsciousness, and he went away. I leaped up, body in complete protest, and sprinted to my room and locked the door. I reached under my sink and pulled out the ibuprofen I have. I gulped down two. I grabbed my sketch pad and charcoal. I sketched Mikey. I got really angry because I thought of my father and messed up the drawing. Angrily crumpled up the paper and threw it across the room. I dropped my head in my hands. I grabbed my phone and dialed Mikey.
"Sorry if it's too late... but can you meet me in the woods behind the park?"
"Sure, no problem. Anything for you." he sounded tired.
"Thanks Mikey." I hung up. I put on some shoes and perfume and a hoodie and snuck out my window. I checked my watch. 12:13 am.
Chapter 7. True Love?
