chapter eight

I ran out of the house, past the kitchen and straight to the garage. I couldn't stay here any longer. Vaguely I heard my mother call out to me but I paid her no heed. I still had my beat up old Honda so I was going to make it useful and get the fuck out of here. When I got to the underground garage, I walked past all the expensive cars and stopped at the driver seat door of my Honda. Above me was the kitchen and this use to be the basement but was changed a few years back. I could hear a muffled argument going on above me. It sounded like my dad was reprimanding someone and it was definitely Diablo, from the way the other person was replying with no respect. Quickly I got into my car and sped out of the garage and soon enough I was on the road. I know there going to come after me, but I needed this time to think. Memories of everything he did to my body flashed in my mind and my tummy tightened in anticipation. I had moaned so loudly despite my efforts not to. My assumptions about him