Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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Thread Topic: Hey Alana, I'm sorry I keep bothering you, But-
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By The Offspring?
I glared at her. Usually she wasn't such a crap driver. I wonder what got into her.
"Damn..." I muttered. "Four hours 'til happiness. Wonderful." -
Yesssssssss! >:D
I tapped the steering wheel nervously as my phone went right on vibrating again. I glanced down at my pocket, still not answering it. I knew I'd pick up only to find that haunting voice... The one that used to be chipper and loving; now turned cruel and sinister. With my mouth pressed in a firm line, I furrowed my brow and tried to concentrate on nothing but the road. With my mind going off on many different tangents, it was very difficult. This wasn't like me... And then I got it. I'm practically wrapped around his damn finger... Freaking hell, he's got me running around for him. And he likes it. He thinks it's hilarious to scare the hell out of his daughter and use her to get away from the police, from jail. Guess what 'Daddy'? I'm not laughing. -
I blinked, opened the window, grabbed Sams phone and chucked as far as I could. Then I slumped back in my seat. "Now drive normal."
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I blinked at him and spoke in a flat, even tone. "That was my phone... He's trying to call me." As soon as I said that I instantly regretted it.
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"Him?! HIM AS IN DAD?! ARE YOU STUPID?" I totally flipped out on her. The immedietly I felt this overwhelming feeling it the bottom of my chest.
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"You... you don't understand, Randy..." But what was there to understand? Our psycho father was trying to control me, and most likely kill me afterward... It wasn't very hard to comprehend. "I..."
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I couldn't bare to respond.
"Pull over." I told her. -
I did as he said, pulling the car over into the breakdown lane. I shut the engine off and kept my eyes locked straight in front of me. I couldn't look him in the eye... I couldn't look at him. Not without tearing up. Because all of this was my fault. Every last bit of it.
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I stepped out, walked around, damn near pulled the door of the hinges by opening it, pulled Sam out, sat her in the passenger seat, and I sat in the drivers seat. Then I tore out of the lane.
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"What the hell are you doing?" I asked at barely a whisper as I was thrust into the passenger seat. My eyes bulged out of my sockets. He was going to find me and slit my throat.... He was going to rip me out of my bed and dice me up into tiny bits of Sam.... He was going to plant a bullet in my heart and then stab me for good measure.... He was going to slam a chair over my head so I bleed to death... There were so many scenarios that could happen if I didn't do what Dad wanted... They all ended the exact same way.
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"I'm letting him rust in pieces." I murmured, and sped down the road. Definatly over the speed limit.
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"But...." He said he was going to kill me. I didn't dare say it out loud.
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"But nothing." And I ended that conversation.
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"But something, Randy. But f---ing something that's what!" I snapped. I was getting really nervous... Nervous and angry, that is.
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"SHUT THE HELL UP SAM. YOU'RE JUST WORRYING YOURSELF."
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