Chapter-4 I must say, it was never a sunny day at my house. My parents always were yelling at each other, screaming, sometimes hitting. Of course being a good girl I just stood and watched. Unsure of what was going on. But one night, a very late night I have to say. My father came home drunk, I was 9. Then I knew what was going on, then I knew what my sister and brother had been saving me from, right THEN I wanted to get out. A couple years later. I was 13, I never remembered a happy night at home until I told Johnny. I had blew it. Our love, friendship, everything, was gone. I knew right then and there I had ruined everything. My mind flew from door to door of unhappy memory. I knew this happened to some kids; they can't take the stress of life so they snap. This was me snapping. Why was everything SO WHITE? I felt my mind scream at me to get out. That night I was alone. All alone. I pulled all tubes that were connected into my body and ran, I heard an alarm my breath came in white plumes as I was hit by a wall of frozen. Lights, dim, in the distance, frost crunched under my socked feet. How long was I in the hospital? JEEZ! Several months at least! I stumble, the pavement racing towards me until someone grabs my arm and brings me into a tight grasp. I knew right away who I was with and started to cry. Great balls of tears gushed down my cheeks. And I uttered one word into the night. "daddy."