I'll Fight Till I Die

01 Meet you there

Thank you so much for choosing to read my book. All rights are reserved. The plot is mine. The characters are mine. Please do not steal any of this; it is mine.this is an escape for me. I don't do this for fame or money. This a place in which I  generally feel I can express my self. Thank You.

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  I could hear dad smashing the glass. "please don't" I heard mom cry.

I didn't know what to do. I pick up my phone from of my nightstand. I could hear my fathers footsteps from here. I dragged my stand in front of the door. It won't hold him for long. I dial 911. several times had I had the thought to call the police. It all ways frightened me what might happen if they did not take him but this time is the last time he gets to fuck with me.

Hello yes, operator, I live on 405 patriot drive at 1756 I live in a red house. My father is in a drunken rage and no this is not the first time. I'm 17. My mom is out there with my dad.

"ok..... what you name?"

"Serena Ariana Williamson"

"ok I'm Lindsey the police are on their way"

"ok"

I hear a smash through my door and turn around to see a TV thrown through my door. Without a second thought, I jump out my window. "Come back here. WHORE." I heard my father scream back at me.

If you were seeing the Serena at the beginning of this year I'd cry my little heart. I didn't give a shit anymore.

I run in the front of the house and grabbed but before I could go police officers stop. There where two police officers, one stops in front of me. The other rushes past me kicking down the door

I glance at the officer's badge it says, Asher.

"Hey, I explained everything to the operator... Asher"

"Yeah, whatever we going to take your father into custody. This is breaking his patrol."

"Yeah, no shit can I go now."

"Yeah with me to the station"

"Wait. Why do I have to go?"

"To discuss terms."

I turn around to see my father being dragged by the police officer.

"It was that skank huh. That reported me." my father says while trying to get out of the officers reach.

"At least I'm not a shithead bastard like you."

"Go to hell."

"Meet you down there."

The police officer threw him in the back of the car. Mom comes out crying and running to me.

"We need to go with the police officer to speak terms. I say we take our car."

"Ok," my mother says in a frail voice.

I drop my bike and get in the driver seat. I don't think this is a good time for my mom to be driving. The drive to the station was quiet. Not even a whisper was said.

We walk in the station a little after they brought my dad in.

"Don't listen to those skanks they're liars."

Asher led my mom and me into this small desk. The only thing separating his partner's desk was this metal division.

"We need you to fill out some paperwork out."

" ok," I say taking the thin piece of paper.

Looking down at the paper it says he'll be released in 90 days.

I go back to the officer.

"This says he'll be released in 90 days."

"That's right."

I storm out of the building in a rage. Meanwhile, my mother crying hysterically chasing me down. My family being a disaster is an understatement.

I get in the driver seat and start the car.