��������� The drive to my house wasn�t a silent
one.� We ended up talking about how I
was staying at his place when he was out of town.� In the past four weeks he had to leave about 3 times, and I
always stayed there when he did.
��������� �My first clue,� he smiled, �was
finding about twenty five CD�s that I knew weren�t mine.� Then all your movies.�� I smiled at him as he watched the road.� �Joanie called and told me, too.� So I looked in the guestroom, and I found a
bunch of your clothes in the closet.�
��������� �Why didn�t you say anything?�� I asked him.
��������� �Because I didn�t mind.� And after Joanie told me what your dad was
doing, well I wanted you to be there.��
He turned down my street and I breathed deeply.� �You going to be ok?�
��������� �Yeah, just been dreaming of this
moment for awhile.�� We pulled up in
front of the house.� �Ok,� I said,
turning to face him, �you stay here, and I�ll get my stuff.� I just need to get my clothes and jewelry.�
��������� �Are you sure?�
��������� �Yes, I�ll be right back.�� I kissed his cheek, and then got out of the
car.� I went in as quietly as I could
and crept to my room.� I got my biggest
suitcase and started throwing all my clothes in it.
��������� �Samantha!�� My dad yelled.� I
froze.� I heard his footsteps and then
my door flung open.� �Well lookey who it
is!� Whore finally came home,� he
leered.� He saw what I was doing and
walked closer to me.� �What�cha doing
huh?� Going to stay with Joanie?�
��������� �No I�m leaving for good,� I
said.� I knew I shouldn�t have said
that, but it came out before I could think.
��������� �I don�t think so whore!�� He screamed at me.� �You just can�t leave!�
��������� �I�m 18 now, watch me you fucking
basterd!�� I screamed back.� He looked stunned that I had cussed at
him.� �You think I�m going to stay here
so you can hit me some more?� I don�t
think so!�
��������� �You bitch!�� He yelled.� He walked
towards me with his hand raised.
��������� �Hey!�� We both looked at my door to see who
yelled.� It was David.� �You touch her and I swear I will put you
through that window.�� My dad looked at
him then back to me.� David was almost a
foot taller than he was.� �I�m not
kidding man, you leave her alone and let her pack.�� David walked in and came over to me.
��������� �I�m calling the cops,� my dad said.
��������� �What are you going to tell
them?�� David asked.� �That your daughter is of legal age to leave
on her own and that you were about to beat her to keep her from leaving but her
friend walked in and stopped you?��
David gave him a ruthless smile and shrugged his shoulders.� �Go ahead and do it buddy.�
��������� �Just get out of my house, both of
you,� my dad growled.� �Don�t take
anything with you, I bought all that shit it�s mine.�
��������� �Fine,� I smiled.� �I don�t need anything from you, you little
shit.�� I grabbed David�s hand and we
left my room, trotting down the stairs to the front door.� Then we ran out the door to his car.� We got settled in and he gunned the engine,
then we sped off.
��������� �Oh my god Sammi,� he panted.� �I thought he was going to hit you!�
��������� �He would have but you stopped
him!� Why were you there anyway?�
��������� �I was going to help you pack.� I�m glad I got there when I did.�� He looked over at me and smiled.� �I love you sweetheart.�� He turned his attention back to the road.
��������� �I love you too,� I said.� �No one�s ever taken up for me before, even
believed me about my dad.� I love you
more for just believing me.�� He put his
hand on my knee and patted it.� We got
his place a few minutes later and I said goodbye to my old life and hello to my
new one.