Five: hideaway

Temperance


I'm falling. Waiting for someone I barely know to catch me. To my surprise, he does with
a grunt from impact.


"We need to l-leave," I tell him. I get out of his arms, ignoring my dad's screams. I open 
the passenger door, placing myself in the seat as he runs around to the driver's seat.


"What was that?" He asks, concerned about the new wounds covering my face. I sigh and lean my head back in the seat. "Just drive," I respond.


He starts driving down the road, and I relax.


"You better start talking before I take you back there." He threatens, bringing himself 
back to an asshole.


I look at him in fear. ‭He wouldn't... would he?‬


I don't know what to tell him.


Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I'm abused and raped a lot. But that's okay.


No, I can't tell him that. So I make up a lie.

“See... I was about to get grounded. So I ran out of the window. Because I didn't want to
be grounded." I know my lie didn't sound believable. It is obvious it is far from true.