The first thing I noticed when I walked up the driveway was that my mother's car was no longer at the house. I brushed it off, figuring she was at the store or with friends. I didn't think twice about it. I probably should've.
"There you are!" my father growled as I continued up the drive. I glanced up, seeing him stand from the porch chair he had rested in, tossing the beer bottle into my mother's garden. I scowled as he marched down the steps, grabbing my arm and hauling me towards the truck. "We have an appointment. You don't look that great—not that you ever do, but it'll have to work."
My books fell out of my hand. Oh no. No. Not again. This wasn't going to happen. Not again. Not ever again. Not if I could help it. I screamed, catching him by surprise and pulled, trying to get away
