Dad and I ended up going to the park.
It wasn't anything too special or extreme, just...a park.
And I loved every minute of it.
We had fish and chips for lunch on the grass, and played a game of rubgy together. I hadn't smiled or laughed so much since he had left and that prickling fear in the pit of my stomach grew and grew on the drive back home.
I turned to face my dad as he drove.
"Dad, please don't take me home. I don't want to go home. I'm scared." I pleaded. He sighed and pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned in his seat to face me.
"Lara, you know you must go home. I can't just take you without informing your mother and having her agree to let me take you. It's against the law. I could get into alot of trouble." He said to me gently.
I bowed my head and sunk deeper into my seat.
There was no way around it, sooner or later I had to go home and face mum, my sisters and her boyfriend. I didn't want to do that. I hated living my life in fear and pain. I didn't like it when bruises decortaed my small body or when my stomach growled in hunger because no one would feed me.
I was alone in a world where only adults have their way. I didn't matter, not to anyone but my dad and yet he still wouldn't save me from the place in hell I called home.
Dad sighed when I still hadn't said anything, so he turned back and started driving again.
It wasn't very long before he was pulling up to the curb outside of my house. I hesitated when it came to open the cars door.
"Lara you know I'm only a phone call away." My dad whispered to me. I turned to face him and shook my head.
"I'm not allowed to use the phone. So no dad, you're not." I whispered to him. I opened the car door and sprinted inside and went straight to my room.
The only place in this world where I felt safe, but it wasn't long before my mum stumbled in drunk and started shouting and screaming at me to do the dishes from dinner, a dinner that I hadn't had one crumb of.