I just got off the bus, I stared at my house. My heart began to speed up in my chest. As I walked closer to my house my heart raced faster. I don't really want to go inside, who knows what my father is like. Hopefully he's sober. I stepped onto my porch it made a loud squeak. I placed my had on the cold doorknob, I bit my lip regreting of what I'm going to see.

I opened the door slowly and I stepped in the house. As I closed the door behind me. My father was right there. "Hi."

"How was school?" He asked kindly.

He's actually being nice! My heart beat slowed down and I remained calm. "It was good. How was your day?"

"It was okay, I have to leave for work."

My brow went up. "You don't usually work in the afternoon."

"I got a second job."

A smile grew on my lips. "That's great! I'm so happy for you!"

"I'll see you tomorrow, " he said as he left the house with a sad look.

I was a bit confused, when I get home from school he's usually drunk and angry, but he's kind and he's sad that he's leaving the house. What's going on? I brushed it off and I sat on the coach. "Finally some me time. "

My phone vibrated in my pocket, I fished for it and I unlocked the screen. I got a text from Jack. He asked me if everything is fine at home. I replied that my dad was being kind and he got a second job, when he left the house he was sad.

I remember how Jack and I met. I stayed away from all the boys 'cause I thought they're going to be abusive like my father. That day Jack asked me why I stayed away from the boys and I told him and that day we became friends.

Jack: I'm coming over

I smiled at his text. He even told me that all guys aren't like my dad, nobody is like that in our school. So now I don't stay away from boys, Jack took me out of my comfort zone. I was glad that I met him, if I didn't I'd still stay away from guys.

A knock was at the door. "Come in!" The door opened and Jack sat next to me on the couch wearing a goofy grin. I laughed. "Maybe you could stay the night."

"No, I can't besides your dad will be home tomorrow. "

"What should we do?" I asked.

"Watch some-" I glanced at him, he was glaring at my hands. They were full of cuts and bruises. "Kim you have to call the cops."

"Grace tells me that almost everyday its annoying! "

"Its true, you should report him."

"Can we drop it?" It feels like I could blow up, but I don't want too, not in front of Jack.

"Fine, its not my problem. "

Suddenly his phone rang, he fished it out of his pocket. "Well I gotta go. If you need anything text me."

I smiled. "I will."

He rose from the couch and he left the house, now its just me! I hopped off the couch and I rushed into the kitchen. "I can make whatever I want for supper!" I opened the fridge, the burst of cool air came out it did feel good.

My eyes were searching for food. "I know there's leftovers." I saw a glass container, I grabbed it and then another one. I closed the fridge and the cold air went away.

I put the leftovers in the microwave. I hate cold leftovers, it doesn't taste the same when its warm. As the microwave beeped I opened the door and took out the food. I took off the covers, leftover beans and rice. I got a bowl and I dumped it in and I mixed them together than I ate.

After I ate, I had some ice cream. Than I did the dishes, and when I was done I had no idea what I'm going to do. "I'll watch some TV."

I sat on the couch and I flipped on the TV to see what's on. "Oh Lost!" Lost was on of my favorite TV show, I seen it a hundred times. It never gets old.

I grew tired, I laid down and I closed my eyes.