Katy's POV

We finally got to New York. Maybe this could be a good thing, I keep thinking. Maybe I could start my acting career or something and finally get away from him.

I think I may have ruined my relationship with my dad. He didn't even say goodbye when we left.

I was staring out the window. We drove through Broadway.

"That would be amazing to be on that stage," I found myself saying.

"Yeah," he snickered, "sure."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Your dreams need to end," he said. "You have more important things to focus on- like pleasing me. You got one dream already, you don't need anymore." I looked down at my bump. I may get to be a mother, but this isn't how I wanted it to happen.

"I will be an actress someday," I told him.

"No, you'll just be a housewife," he said. "Take care of that kid you want."

I scoffed. "You think I'd marry you?"

"Just shut up, Katy."

I stayed silent.

A couple of months later

I took the GED last month and passed.

I went to the store while Anthony was at work. I got some food for lunch and dinner. I've actually started to like New York, other that being with Anthony. I wanted to still love him, despite how he treats me, but I don't, not in the way I used to. I can't bring myself to hate him. I got a job at a diner without telling Anthony. I've be working at nights when he's asleep. I've found that he's a deep sleeper.

After I made him dinner, and he fell asleep, I went to work. I walked up to a table and there was a teen, about my age, sitting there. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, like me.

"What can I get you?" I asked him.

He looked up and his eyes lit up. He smiled and looked back at his menu.

"Um, I'll get a cheeseburger with everything on it, a Pepsi," he said and looked back at me, "and I'd ask for a number, but it looks like you're already tied down." I blushed.

"Um, yeah," I said. "I'll get that right out to you…The food, not my number." He laughed.

"Thanks," he looked at my name tag, "Katy."

"No problem."

My coworker gave me a ride home. When I got home Anthony was up.

"Where the hell have you been?!"

I stood there, frozen. I realized I hadn't taken off my apron before I walked in the door.

"What are you wearing?" He asked inching towards me. There was no way to hide it anymore.

"An apron," I said. "I've been working at Nighthawk diner at nights."

"I told you that you can't get a job," he said. "You're quitting tomorrow."

"No, I'm not." He slapped me hard. I held my cheek. He started walking away. "I'm not done," I told him. He stopped. "I need to provide for my daughter."

He walked back to me.

"You think you can talk back to me?!"

He stared me down. I thought he was going to hit me again, but he just walked to the bedroom. I slept on the couch.