DURING lunch both me and Brian went over the plan. We both agreed that I was gonna go home pack all of my things and wait till he goes to bed. White had thought against it, saying that what if he does what he did last week and I thought about it. My father was unpredictable when it came to the beatings. Some days he did it and some days he didn't, yet I pray today wasn't it.

I walked towards the house not seeing his car and made a run inside to start packing. I grab all of my Important things and left some stuff behind as if I never left. Once I finished I rushed to the kit hen to cook dinner and make sure the house was spotless. Any little thing would piss him off. I heard the car pull into the driveway and hurried and placed the food on the plate and grabbing the coldest beer I could find in the refrigerator.

He walked through the door and instantly called out my name. "Kinsley where the fuck are you" I rushed into the living room with the plate and beer in my hand careful not to trip and drop anything. His eyes watched me closely as I put everything down in the table and waited for his next command. He watched me as he sat down and turned on the tv and begin to eat his food. I stayed there with my head down waiting for his next command.

"Kinny," he said softly, my head whipped up at the old nickname he had given me years ago. " yes papa" he looked at me with those soft eyes that remind me of the living father I had years ago before this man killed him. As if he read my mind his eyes went back cold and a scowl was placed on his face. "what the hell you standing there for, get out of my face" he yelled, causing me to jump. I made my way back to my room and looked at the digital clock next to my bedside. In two more hours, white will be coming, I'll be leaving, ill be free from the abuse.

I grabbed some more of my stuff placing them in the bag quietly so he didn't come to see what I was doing. I tiptoed to the living room to see my father on the coach sleep with the beer tightly in his hand. I went to his room slowly opening the door ignoring the snoring from the living room. I looked around and everything still looked the same since my mothers passing. The only thing that was different was the picture of all of us that say on the dresser wasn't there anymore.

I went to the closet to grab the picture book that I would sneak and look at whenever he was out late at the bar. I grabbed files regarding me and other important things. I saw a long pale yellow envelope sitting at the top of the shelf and I jumped up to get it. It fell on the floor making me freeze in my spot. I stayed silent to check and see if he had woke up, yet he stayed in his slumber.

I quickly grabbed the things that fell on the floor and ran out the run closing the door behind me. I packed the things I took from my parent's room and grabbed a paper and pen to write a goodbye letter to my father. Despite the beating, he was still the first man of ever love with my whole heart and I knew deep down inside he loved me just the same. I finished the letter with my name and went to grab my bag.

I looked at the clock to see that it was almost time for me to leave. I went back into the living room to see that he had moved into a laying position with the beer spilled across the floor. My face lit up in a smile at the thought of not cleaning up after him anymore. I realized I was crying happy tears at the thought of finally getting away.

I went back to my room to open the window and lightly throw my bag out and then jumped out myself. I made sure to close the window after me quietly. I grabbed up my bag and held it tightly to me as I looked at the house one last time. I was really leaving, no more hoping and dreaming because it was here. My mother would be so proud that I did this, she was probably in heaven right now smiling down on me.

A black car had slowly slid in front of the house and flashed the headlights two times. I begin to run to the car after that my father would wake from the bright lights. I opened the car door to see white staring at me, looking me over to see if I had any bruises. "I'm fine white, he went to sleep after I made the dinner like you said" Brian nodded before looking back at me "you ready bebita" I looked back at the house see the tv light shine through the blinds. The house that I grew to love as a child became the house that I feared walking back into.

I hoped car closing the door softly I looked into those same blue eyes that I once hated with a passion and now I looked at the bond, the friendship I grew with him. "Yeah white, I'm fucking ready" he looks at me and nodded and turn to the road before riding down the street. I leaned my head against the window finally letting go of all that I had kept in me. This was it. I was free.