Summers POV
I'm going to bring my father to court. But I refuse to tell him. I'll let the cops do it. They relased me from the hospital and I promised Freddy, no more alcohol.
They relased me from the hospital and I wasn't planning on going home but I had to get my clothes and other things someway. Freddy insisted on bringing me to my house and going inside to make sure my father didn't try anything but I said that he could wait outside and if I wasn't out in 5 minutes to come in.
My dad was asleep and I crept upstairs. I back some belongings and when I was about to pack some clothes I heard a drunken voice creep up the stairs to my door. "Summer. Where the hell do you think your going?" Dad asked. "Away. From you. And everything." I said with my tooth-brush, a hair brush, and all the clothes that was in my first drawer which wasn't very much.
He grabbed my arm. "Your not going anywhere!" And he pushed me down. He had a beer bottle in his hand and was going to throw it at me when Freddy came in and grabbed his arm so it would stop him. I scrambeled to my feet quickly and grabbed the bag and ran out the door Freddy following and my Dad trying to chas after us but he was to drunk to make it down over the stairs without tripping.
I got into his car and he drove to his house. "Did you get everything?" He asked noticing the large nap sack which probly would've held all my clothes and belongings but I didn't have very much. "No. He came in too fast. I got like no clothes. Some pajama bottoms and other things but no other clothes except socks." Thats what is mostly is in my first drawer.
By the time we got to his house his Aunt Lisa had called Freddy's mom and told her everything. When she seen me at the door she ran up worridly and gave me a huge hug and said that I could stay here as long as I needed. Mrs.Jones was really nice. My mom and her's were close. Very close.
I got an extra guest room and I got changed into my pajama bottoms still wearing the top I was wearing today which smelled of alcohol because of 1. I was drinking my soul away this morning and 2. When dad raised that beer bottle at me it wasn't even empty.
Freddy leaned on the side of the doorframe to my room. "Your not going to sleep with that shirt on." He said. "What, you supose I wear no shirt to bed. I don't have another one remember? I could only snag a bit of things before I almost got attacked." I pulled back the comforter to the bed. "Come with me." He said and I followed him to his room.
He passed me a shirt. It was a rather large shirt that had Green Day written on it. "This is your Green Day shirt. your like prized possesion besides your drums and you letting me wear it?" I couldn't believe it. He loved that shirt. "Yeah. Go ahead." He smiled that famous Jone's smirk and I thanked him.
"Goodnight." I said walking into my room which was next to Freddy's when I stopped, turned around and walked back into Freddys room. He was getting his bed ready and didn't know I was there. I quietly walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Sweet dreams. And thanks." I ran back out into my room totaly blushing. I could tell Freddy was a little red in the face too. "Good night Tinkerbell." I heard him yell out not loud enough to wake his parents.