Me:

D-Dad?!

Dad:

Where is your mother?! Give her your damn phone!

I want to speak to her right now!!!

Me: 

Dad, please. Let me explain-

Dad: 

You are in SO much fucking trouble when I find you. Don't think I won't....

CAUSE I WILL!!!

*click*

Dad hung up on me. My heart is beating faster than a racing car. "Oh My God!" I shouted. "This isn't happening." As I was trying to calm myself, I heard the door swing open. "Brittany..." mum whispered. "Are you ok?" I ran into mom's arms and hugged her tighter than I've ever have before. "Mom!" I cried. "I'm so sorry! I just didn't want to see you upset again. I just wanted you to be happy." "Aww! Honey..." Mom sighed. "I am happy. As long I have you." "And me!" Mike gasped. "Mike!" Mom yelled. "We are trying to have a moment-" "And no-one is in the mood to hear your pity party!" I cut in. "Okay! Okay!" Mike backed up. "I'll give you two a "moment" ". And he slammed the door behind him. As soon as the door slammed, my phone started ringing. It was dad ! "Oh fuck!" I yelled. "Brittany!" Mom complained."You KNOW I don't like that language! Who calling you?" I held my phone behind my back. "No-one!" I hesitated. Mom narrowed her eyes at me. "Ok. I'm going to talk to Mike about the wedding. I gagged. There was something I didn't like about Mike. I just didn't know what it was. My phone started ringing once again. I take a few deep breaths before answering the call:

Me:

Hello?

Dad:

I'm outside the house. 

Pack your things and come outside.

Me:

How did you find us?!

Dad:

That's not important right now! Just get in the fucking car!

Me:

What about mom? She will be-

Dad:

Don't make me come in there!

I WILL drag you out of that house!!!

I grab my pink suitcase and walk down the stairs. Mom isn't here. I open the door to see a giant white van in our driveway. I constantly blink my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming. "Oh God", I whispered. "Get in!" dad yelled. I put my suitcase in the boot and climb into the car. I sat there in complete silence. I stare a dad until he finally notices me. "Aww! Come on Britt!" he grunted. "Don't make me the 'bad guy' ." "You're not the 'bad guy'." I lied. "You're the FUCKING KIDNAPPER!" Dad smashed his foot on the brake pedal. Then he gave me a stern look. "I am NOT the kidnapper. Your mother snuck you out of the God Damn house and drove you in MY Sports Car to Middle Of NOWHERE!" He yelled. "God! What has your mother done to you? She turned you into a smart ass!" He pushes his foot onto the accelerator and continues driving. None of us said anything. I hated it. I opened the door of the van and DROPPED TUCKED AND ROLLED! My arm started bleeding, but I didn't care. Dad just stopped the van from crashing into a pole. He gets out of the van and gave me a look that made my blood run cold. "You Son Of A Bitch!" He screams. "You are going to be punished when we get back." He grabs my arm and drags me towards the van. I turn my head and bite his hand. "OW!" he screams and lets go. I run into the near by forest. Hot tears spill down my cheeks. I hid behind the bush and lean against the hollow tree. I cry. And cry. My life was officially ruined. "Brittany!" dad screamed. "Come out now! You can't hide forever!"