Brooke’s POV:

I walk down the stairs and off the bus. I sigh a breath of relief as I notice that my father's car wasn't there. As I open the front door I run upstairs as fast as I could, trying to find a new place to hide. I open up my closet door and shove all my books and backpack in there. I close the door and run up to the attic as I hear my father's car pull into the driveway and the door open. Right as I was closing the attic door I hear my father, "Brooke! Come down here right now!" He said through his slurred speech. I stayed right where i was. I couldn't utter a word or take a breath because I didn't want him to find me. I hear him come up the stairs and begin knocking on all the doors and walls trying to find me. This happens every. Single. Day.