There's a silver lining to everything. The organized chaos of war, the sudden clarity of fear, and what you learn about yourself through hate. The silver lining to this otherwise treacherous moment was that I came to a sudden realization: I don't have to live with this piece of crap father anymore. I mean technically, by law I do, but there's always a way around technicalities.
So there I stood, holding a hand to my stinging cheek and giving him a glare so hateful that Hitler would run and cry for mommy.
"I-I was just angry Red you know I didn't mean--" I held up the hand that wasn't massaging my cheek.
"Save it."
"Excuse me? Scarlett I may have made a mistake but--"
"A mistake? Oh so that's what they call domestic child abuse these days. Sorry I haven't been keeping up." I rolled my eyes, my voice dripping with a sarcasm that I could only hope hurt him like acid.
"You better watch the way you talk to me young lady. I am still your father." His condescending tone only made the smirk on my face grow into a full-on grin.
"Not for long." And with that, I spun on my heel and stormed off in the general direction of Lucas' house.
***
I didn't really think this through.
I had been walking for almost an hour and was still completely unfamiliar with my surroundings. I unlocked my phone, only to find that there was no service. Sighing, I sat down on the side of the road.
Hopeless. Everything was hopeless. My father, me, my chances of ever finding my way to Lucas' house. It was getting dark out now, and I grew suspicious of my surroundings.
