I woke up the next day and I changed into normal blue jeans with holes in the knees, a baggy pink and white striped shirt, black flat boots, and my normal makeup. My IPhone case had sunset colors and had palm trees on it. I curled my hair into lose curls.
I walked right out of the house without even a glance at my dad. I walked straight to my mom's car and she drove us home.
"So, how was it?" She asked as we were walking inside the house.
"Horrible. I don't want to go back. He treats me like I'm 5. He wouldn't even Kyle sleepover. You even know that I wouldn't do anything and that Kyle's a good kid! Plus he respects me enough to not go that far! I even think he's scared to."
"Well, you might have to go back, but I can talk to him, see if he'll lighten up a bit."
"Thanks Mom. Love you." I called to her going up the stairs.
I definitely liked my mom better than my dad. She was way more loose and I liked that. I wouldn't do anything that illegal and I wouldn't go to far with a guy. I was a good kid. But nobody believed me. Well one day, they'll see. Everyone would see.