Gracie
I was hiding in my bedroom. My dad was wasted and in a nasty mood. I was trying to stay out of his way. I had already got a slap earlier for nothing, and he was still drinking, which meant he was going to get worse. I wish I had the money to just move out and get away from him.
“GRACIE, WHERE ARE YOU” I heard him call out in a snarl.
I could hear him coming up the stairs, and I decided I wasn’t letting him anywhere near me tonight. He can find another way to take his anger out. I quickly dashed around my room, pulling joggers on, grabbing my phone and making my way to my bedroom window. I shimmied down the drainpipe.
“Where did you go, you little b***h” I heard him hiss.
As I walked towards my car I realized I forgot to bring my keys. s**t! My house keys were attach
