"Not in Chicago, California, or Arkansas." Bobby's voice carried upstairs.
Brianna pulled on jeans and boots. Grabbing a backpack out of closet as she turned her stereo up to ear-splitting levels, she started throwing clothes into her bag.
Pulling her leather jacket on, she rummaged in her desk for her leftover cash and car keys.
Jamming her window open as far as it would go, she let her backpack slide down the roof. Climbing out after her bag, she turned to kick the books out of the window frame so that the window shut.
The books made a sound on the floor, causing both of the adults to look up.
At the edge of the roof, she could just make out the sound of Bobby's boots on the stairs. Once she heard the man shouting her name over the stereo, she dropped off of the roof, landing on the ground with practiced silence.
A glance at the window confirmed that her mother had gone upstairs as well.
Running across the yard, she got into the Camaro parked out front of the house. The stereo was still blaring as she slammed the car door so no one heard.
The minute her key was in the ignition, she heard the stereo shut off.
She peeled out of the yard, going South.
She could make out Bobby's outline in the doorway as she took off down the road.
"This is all your fault!" Jennifer screamed at Bobby as the dust and gravel settled behind their daughter's car. "Why would you give her a car?!"
"I didn't giver her anything, Jennifer. She made that car on her own. I just gave her the shell."
"Where is she going? Where would she go to?"
"Who knows, Jennifer? She doesn't have friends."
"So what, she just ran away to live in the street?"
"She isn't you, Jennifer. She had a job, she's probably still got another few grand saved up that can get her from here to Mexico. Course she could always make a 'U' and go to Canada."
"A few grand?!"
"I'll make calls. I can have people keeping an eye out for her." He went to the kitchen.