Adam drives me home early in the evening so I have time to get everything ready for school tomorrow. My dad’s car is in the driveway and Adam tenses up.
“Your dad is home?” He asks.
“Yeah. He knew I was out with you,” I say.
“Are you sure that’s safe? Don’t you remember the rules?” He asks.
“You know I don’t remember them,” I say.
“I’m not supposed to be here when your dad is in town. He could hurt you because of me,” Adam seems so worried. I put on my cardigan and get out of the car.
“He’s really not so bad. Do you want to meet him? Maybe if he gets to know you you’ll feel better,” I say. “He hasn’t hurt me. I swear.”
“Okay,” he says and gets out of the car.
He takes my hand and walks me up to the door. I unlock it and go inside. I don’t see my dad so I go into the kitchen. He’s a
