Devil’s Desire

I hurried out of the front door, slamming it behind me, the sound of my father’s voice was slightly muffled though I could still hear him yelling.

The neighbors would too.

It was after midnight, we would be lucky if someone didn’t call the cops again.

I almost tripped over my laces as I ran down the porch steps, pulling my keys from my jeans pocket.

It was a good job I got in late and fell asleep in my clothes.

The asshole tried to block my bike in by parking the car across the drive, with the bumper right up against the side of it.

I grabbed the handlebars, kicked up the stand then quickly wheeled it around the side of his car.

I wasn’t scared, I was pissed.

I hated being chased out of my house again, but I couldn’t be around