I started biting my nails.
"She's eighteen!" I heard my dad shout.
"She's an adult!" Greg shouted back.
"Get out of my house before I call the cops!" My dad ordered.
I heard a grunt and then a thump. I ran to the door and burst in.
Greg had a bloody nose and half of his mouth was bloody. My dad hit him again.
"Stop!" I yelled.
He hit Greg in the stomach.
"Stop!" I repeated.
My father stepped back, Greg was hinged over coughing up blood.
"Greg." I said.
"I'm fine." he mumbled.
"No, you're not."
What had I done.
"This is my fault." I said.
"No, you didn't do this." he corrected.
"Y/n, back away." my cousin warned.
"No." I cried.
They grabbed me and dragged me into the living room.
"He'll be fine." my dad said.
"I'm leaving with him." I announced.
"Fuck it, you know what? Fine! Leave with him! Throw your life away on a useless bag of dirt!" he shouted.
"I love him!" I yelled, back.
He hit me. Everyone froze. He never hit me. I could feel the sting still on my cheek. A red hand print was forming. I took a deep breath.
"I'm so sorry." he said.
I shook my head and grabbed my bag.
"Y/n!" He yelled.
I kept walking.
Greg walked out the front door and stepped into his car.
I started walking towards him.
"Y/n! Please! Don't do this!"
I starred at my father a I entered the car.
It was a silent ride home with Greg. This just happened.
