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Cobb aged 16

I came home from school that day to find nothing out of the ordinary. I was sorry to see my dad lying on the couch, cigarette in mouth, asleep. He might light himself on fire. Who fucking cares? I remember walking up to my room, keeping as quiet as possible, trying to keep the peace. I sat in my room for 2 hours.

I was uhappy as I usually was. If that was possible. I knew what I had to do. If not for my life, then for my sanity.

I sprung into life, grabbing my bag and stuffing clothes into it as quick as possible. I also packed my wallet, even though I knew there was next to nothing in it. Why pack family pictures? They were just a bunch of lies.

I walked down the stairs at a slow pace. I checked in my pocket for my cell phone. Quickly, I glanced up at the kitchen table across from my dad. Shit. There is was, placed just in eyesight of my sleeping father. I placed down my bag as sloftly as I could. I creeped over the living room to the kitchen table. As I turned, I heard my dad cough.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going." Fuck. I froze. Should I tell him I was leaving? I stood up straight and cleared my throat. The voice that came from my throat was a lot darker than usual. I guess I wanted to sound manly.

"Dad. I'm leaving." He froze. He looked up to me. Boy if looks could kill. He burst out into a short laugh and sat himself up. He shook his head, smiling.

"No. No, you're not going anywhere." I ignored him and walked into the hall, panicked. I grabbed my bag and made for the front door. I was about to walk out when a strong grip pulled on my arm. I turned to see my father's menacing face towards mine. I maintained my breathing.

"Just let me go." I said.

"Fuck you!" he yelled. His fist connected with my nose, which hurt like hell. I cried out in pain.

I don't know what it was that particular day at that particular time, but I was so angry, all this fury bubbling up inside me. I raised my fist and smashed it into his face.

It must have been a good hit because he stumbled back and grabbed his nose. I walked out the door and was about to shut it. I heard my dad laugh behind me.

"Go ahead, you're just like your mother anyway." I swung my head around. "Stupid and cowardly." That was it. I dropped my bag outside the door and grabbed his shirt. I punched him in the face repeatedly until my hand was covered with blood and tears were running from my eyes. The bones in his face were hurting my hand as they cracked under the pressure.

"You made her leave! She wasn't stupid or a coward! She was smart. She got away from you in time."

I didn't turn back to see if he was alright. I took care of myself from that point on. I didn't need anyone telling me what to do. Especially not a dumb bastard like my father.