40. Not Your Typical Grandpa

I ran out of the house but I didn't know where to go. Sarah's house? I was utterly confused as to why my dad was panicking so much. But at the same time, he didn't tell me to call the police. Was he really afraid of his father this much?

"Young lady, where are you going?" My supposed grandfather called out. He was standing in front of the front door looking at me while I tried to make a decision. Shit...I should've hopped in my car.