I drive home. My car is falling apart. I just finished my job at the community college. I volunteer at the library. It doesn't pay a whole lot, but I'm okay. I walk into my house. I want to move out of this place, but I can't. Anyway, I live with my dad. I live with him, because even though I work hard, I don't have a lot of money, so I have no choice.My dad... well he's not the best dad out there. But he hasn't done anything to hurt me, (yet) so I guess it's alright. If you're wondering why I would think my dad is going to hurt me, it's honestly because of his temper. He has a really bad temper and he's gotten, well, violent, but he's never physically hurt me. Mentally, yes. Physically, no.I walk up to my room. My room is a mess. And I want to leave the place but I can't. Now, I know what you're thinking. Yes, I'm over 18. …show more content…
It's a tough situation but I can't change it.Where's my mom, you ask? My mom left the family awhile ago. I never heard back from her after my 16th birthday, which is also the last time I saw her. I don't know what happened to her. I just hope she's not dead.Don't get me wrong, I don't take shit from people. If I don't like what you're doing, I will tell you about it right away. I've never been one of the "good girls," if you know what I mean. But I'm not bad either. At least I don't think I am.I lay down on my bed and look at the ceiling. I close my eyes, and just breathe in and out. I'm slowly feeling myself drift off to sleep, when there is a knock at my door. I opened my eyes slowly, and got up off of my bed with a groan.I walked to the door, opening it, revealing my dad, looking more calm than