Mr. perfect..a dream come true.

Chapter 11

I walked home day-dreaming about the Mckenleys.As I opened the door of my house I saw my dad lying on the couch. The whole house was scattered. Glass peices lay broken on the floor.Pens and books had fallen on the floor. Torn pages were flying here and there. Bedsheets were ripped.I couldnt help but be upset.

But as I saw my moms photo lying on the ground, its frame broke, I saw red. I took a glass of ice-cold water from the kitchen and dumped it on his head. He woke up with a kerk.Before he could say anythin, I slapped him had across him face and then bent down to pick up my moms broken picture.

"How dare you?!"He asked me in a drunk stupor.

"I dare dad. I do."I replied almost shouting. All those times when he had beaten me came back to me. Those times I was silent.  But not now. Enough was enough.

"How dare you slap uour dad!"He shouted back.

"Dad my foot! You are an terrible excuse of one."I said."You are nothing but a weak emotional wreck.Timea when my friends were out havin fun I had to clean your puke! All those times when you abused mom I was silent but not now..Enough.I hoped this would stop eventually.  But now I know, it never will! You are too weak..so yes I dare to slap you. Because you deserve it."

Before I knew it, he pivked up a glass vase from the table and threw it at me. I saw it and ducked just in time.

"I am not weak"he said his voice shaking.

I was shaken and hurt.My head was pounding.I knew that time had come when I had to leave. I ran to my bedroom took out a floder of some papers, a bag full of the money I had saved, grabbed a bag put my phome wallet the folder and the miney in it along with a photo of my mom and me.I ran back down and threw on my coat.

My dad was standing holding on to the table.His legs were shaking. He looked like a broken and hurt man.

But I didnt care anymore. I turned my back to him and opened the door to walk away from hell. I felt a huge stone or wood block hit my back.It hurt like nothing I had ever felt before.

"You are dead to me"i shouted and banged the door. The pain was unbearable. I walked a few steps away from home, but couldn't take it anymore.  My legs gave way and I collapsed. Everything went black.

A hand into view. A perfect white hand gripped my shoulder.And then I heard an almost angelic voice -

"Come with me Breanne..Come..You are safe with me..Lets get you away from here sweetheart. ."It was Ross.

My dream had come true!

My brain was too exhausted. .I fell unconscious in the arms of my love feeling safe and loved...