"But, dad, I don't want to go! Are you missing that part?" Grumbled Claire. At sixteen, you shouldn't be allowed to have a job, she thought, dragging her suitcase across the tiled floor.
"You won't talk to me like that again! Do you hear me? Right now, the way I'm feeling, you're going to go, even if you hate it." Came the gruff reply. Claire could never, ever get along with her dad. He just never seemed to care. She was often okay with that, except in times when she wanted him to listen to her, like this time.
"I can hear you, dad, I'm right here. You don't have to shout, now people are staring at us." She said, tears welling in her eyes.
"They can stare all they want, you're getting out of here." He said, twisting her wrist and dragging her towards the big double-doors. "I want to go, so get on the plane." Claire walked as slowly as possible, without having him notice. "Get going!" He yelled, pushing her forwards. Her bag ripped open and she landed, face down, scrapes covering her knees and elbows, and a bruise forming right above her left eye. Now the tears had started, rolling down her cheeks, like big, fat raindrops. A crowd had formed; hands grabbed her pulling her upright.
"See if I care!" She yelled at the man that was supposed to be her father. She gathered her things, and attempted to walk away, but he grabbed her with big, strong hands. "Get off of me!" She cried, but his grip was firm. She kicked him, and his grip loosened. Claire pushed her way through the crowds, running towards the first plane she saw. She could hear her father calling her name, but she didn't care, she just kept running. Making her way through the aisles, she sat down, watching her fool of a father run behind the plane as it took off, begging her to come back. That shows him, she smirked, he doesn't even know where I'm headed, and neither do I. I can start a whole, new life and forget about the creep. Ha ha, dad. Those last thoughts made her feel better. Claire bent down to examine her cuts, nothing big, but there were a whole lot of them. She sighed; maybe this new life would be just what she needed.