I do not own Harvest moon.

Chapter 12

We ate quietly at the table. It was awkward with Dad sitting there, watching us with his cold blue eyes.

"So what's going on with you and that boy next door?" Dad asked.

"He has a name Dad. And nothing is going on." I lied.

"He hasn't kissed you or nothing?" he asked picking at his food.

"Why does it matter?" I snapped.

"Because I don't want him touching you. At all. I don't want you to hang out with him." He said.

"What? Are you kidding me! You can't do that!" I yelled.

"Yes I can! And I will! And what difference will it make? There's nothing between you right?" he sneered. He was such an evil basterd.

"You want to know what's going on? Fine. He's my boyfriend. I love him, and he loves me." I said. Dad laughed.

"He loves you! Are you kidding me? That kid is a freaking man whore! Just as I was coming down the drive way, you know what I saw? That stupid kid with some other girl!"

"How do you know it's him? Not his stupid cousin? Quit accusing people before you know the facts. I'm leaving." I pushed my chair back and headed for the door.

"No you're not!" Dad yelled and grabbed me by the arm. I turned around and as hard as I could, I hit him. Stunned he let go of me. I pulled on my boots and my jacket and ran out the door.

I knocked at the door, hoping they were home. I was just about to leave when the door opened.

"Why hello again." Skye smiled. "Come in, out of all that snow."

"Is Vaughn home?" I asked.

"I'm afraid not. Julia, Mirabelle, and him all left to go into town. Would you like to come in? Have some hot chocolate or something?" I thought I caught a glimpse of a sly smile.

"When are they getting back?" I asked. Skye looked at his watch.

"Soon I would think. Please come in." he said and took my arm gently and pulled me into the warm house. He gently pulled my jacket off my shoulders.

"Skye? Can I tell you something?" I asked.

"Of course, tell me anything you wish to tell me." he said sweetly. I leaned in close to his face and smiled cruely.

"If you even think about touching me again, I will make sure that my father burries you in the hole he has dug for Vaughn, ok?" I said. He sat up strait, and adjusted his shirt nervously.

"Ok, that's cool with me." He said.

"Good. Now what about that hot chocolate?" I smiled.

"Oh, I'll be right back." He said and ran into the kitchen. I sat back, trying to relax. Just when I thought I could probably fall asleep, there was a huge pounding at the door. I jumped up and ran. On my way to some unknown hiding spot I ran into Skye, plowing him over.

"What th-" I covered his mouth.

"Shh. My Dad is at the door. He's probably looking for me. Stay away from all the windows and find a spot to hide." I whispered. He nodded. Slowly I got up and while my father was still pounding down the door I hid under Vaughn's bed, I have no idea where Skye went. All of a sudden I heard voices. It was Skye's! The freaking basterd! I decided I should listen incase he told me where I was.

"She's not here, sir." Said Skye.

"Well where else could she be?" My father snarled.

"Vaughn's not home, so she would not come if he wasn't here!" he assured my Dad. I heard a little yip.

"Where is she boy? I know she is here. I'll tear down this whole house if that's what it will take to find the stupid girl." He threatened. I could hardly hear Skye.

"She's… in the… basement… there is a door… in the bathroom… that goes downstairs…" I heard a heavy thud, as if something fell. Then booming footsteps that slowly faded away.

Almost half a minute later, there was the sound of light footsteps coming closer to Vaughn's room. They stopped for a second, and his door creaked open. Then they came towards the bed. The sheet lifted up. Vaughn's face poked under the bed.

"Chels, c'mon. We gotta get out of here." He said, pulling me out from under the bed.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked.

"Skye knew where you were." He said.

"Where is he? I think my dad hurt him." I said.

"He's fine, Mirabelle and Julia have him in the truck. C'mon, we have to go!" he said. We ran to closest door and suddenly Vaughn turned on his heels.

"I'll be right back!" He called. Only about have a minute later he ran back out.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Locked your Dad in the basement." He said and ran to the truck. We both hopped in and Vaughn drove away fast. Vaughn whipped out a cell phone and called 911.

"Hello? Hi, there is a crazy man in my house. I have evacuated my family from the house and we are now heading into town. Last I checked he was searching the basement. Can you please send some Police to 7360 Edbrooke Road." He paused. "Ok, Thank you very much." He closed the cell phone and handed it to me.

"You should call you mom. Let her know where you are." He said. I took the phone and dialed the house phone.

"Hello?" my mom greeted.

"Hey, mom, it's me. Vaughn and the rest of us are heading into town. Dad has gone crazy and is searching Vaughn's place for me. We are going into town now. Please, whatever you do, don't go to Vaughn's." I begged. There was nothing for a moment.

"Ok. I'll see you when you get home." She said.

"I love you."

"I love you too hun." I hung up.

"That didn't sound good." I said.