I gulped. My heart was racing. I was on the verge of tears. The water was dripping everywhere. I sat still in my chair. My father was yelling at me.

“I-Im sorry.” I trembled.

“CLEAN IT UP.” My father yelled. I nodded quickly, and immediately got up to wipe up my spill. He marched to his office.

“And do the fudging dishes!” He yelled.

“Y-yes.” I said quickly. I cleaned up my water, then did the dishes.

I snuck up to my room, hoping my father didn’t see. My mother was also scared of him, but never said anything.

I grabbed a book, then got in bed. I was lost in my book, when suddenly the door barged open. My father was raging mad. “Go vacuum the house, then clean the house.” He said glaring at me.

I nodded quickly. I was in the middle of vacuuming when I finally decided to form a plan. I needed to leave. Badly. I started creating one in mind.

I vacuumed and cleaned the house as fast as I could. I decided to start packing now. I ran up to my room. I packed clothes, my toothbrush, toothpaste, brush, and a few other things.

I was ready to leave. I got downstairs quietly, to find my father cooking. Thank God he was cooking.

“Father.” I said.

“What do you want?” He turned around shocked to see my suitcases.

“I’m leaving.” I said. He turned back around. I opened the front door.

“Goodbye.”