My eyes flashed open and began taking in my surroundings. I groaned, discovering I was back in my own room. Brent must have carried me over in the middle of the night. I sighed affectionally at the very thought of him. That thought was dashed immediately when my bedroom door slammed open, “So I hope you learned your lesson last night. Now get your ass up.” A thought flashed through my mind. Today was Saturday, Dad should be home; aka saving me from Mother. I turned in my bed to face her, “Where’s Dad?”

Mother sneered, “I told him to go fishing. After all, I’m not done with your punishment.”

“What else can you do to me?” I asked with a little too much attitude. Mother slapped me across the face, “Watch your tone.” The sting finally came and I covered the mark with my hand, eyes tearing up from the pain. Mother smiled, satisfied with herself, before continuing, “Now while I go down to the police station you are going to stay locked up in here.”