I loathed him so much. For leaving my mom, for taking me with him so many years ago. I’m fifteen now and I shouldn’t have to stay with him. I should go out on my own…He is a drunk. He is drunk most of the time. I shouldn’t have to decide this, but as much as I hate to say it: I want to leave him all alone.
John: Katie! Katie! Get back here! God! Katie!
I kept running, increasing speed as his voice became closer and louder. Finally, I broke through the trees and to the dirt road away from everything. The trailer park; the woods; and mostly my dad. I can see it clearly now. The distance town and my sorta boyfriend, Patrick in the blue pick-up at the end, waiting for me. He spots me running toward him and starts the truck to meet me halfway. One movement and I’m inside.
Me: Thanks. Lets go.
Patrick: You sure?
I turned to him, smiling and out of breath, grabbed his face and kissed him.
Katie: Try that for sure.
He smiled, I was my old self, his flirty friend and together we made our great escape.