"Gabriella Dawn Wilson!" I cringed as my mother used my full name.
"Yes?" Her face showed extreme anger as I turned to face her.
"You want to leave, fine, have it your way but you're never setting foot in this house again!" She yelled, a foot from my face.
"I guess I better get some more bags then." I said and walked up to my room.
"You get your skinny ass back down here, young lady!" I smirked as she called me a young lady. I was 22 years old, I wasn't so young any more.
"Fuck you!" I screamed down the stairs as I slammed my door and started to pack my bags. I picked up the phone and dialled the only person I knew would help me.
"Hello?" A voice rang out on the other end.
"Is Bobby there?"
