"I don't know what we're going to do about it." She cocked her head in the opposite direction, folding her arms aggressively. "I know you're upset, but we just can't keep it. I'm sorry." She made a sour face. The kind of face you make when you drink orange juice right after brushing your teeth. She was incapable of understanding what you can and cannot do at such a young age. Most of all, she knew she was wrong, but it was like she was sick, but she didn't know it. "You're wrong, and you know it." She spat at her father. Incidentally, her father didn't tolerate disrespect. "Listen here, young lady. You're 15, and until you're of legal age, you live under my roof and you follow my rules." Despite the situation, he only wanted the best for his dear little girl. The only problem is that he couldn't feel empathetic for his daughter, and he wasn't about to try. "You're such a hypocrite! Did you know that?" She looked into his eyes with pure hatred radiating through her body, so bad she was shaking violently. Her arms had went numb, and she was distraught but you could never tell because the anger was a tough shield around all other emotions she may have been feeling. She was truly angry, but not at her dad. "Can you believe this, Barbara?" I could tell Barbara was intimidated by the father, the way she had her head down, fumbling her fingers, looking for an answer. Sometimes she would say things just to please him, and it drove her daughter crazy. "She gets pregnant, and I am the hypocrite?" "I can't believe you are completely bypassing the fact you got mom pregnant when she was only 17! I may be a freshman in high school, but I'm more mature than you will ever be. You know this, and you're just a jealous little child." She teased him. "Get out of my house." His firm hand pointed to the front door. He was always a very stern man, his wife a quiet sort of woman. Kind and caring, nonetheless. When they were in high school, their friends would joke about how different they were. They laughed, or they shrugged, and they walked away. They were in love, or maybe it was lust, but they'd always cared for each other. What had changed? Well, maybe it was his negative outlook on life, or her bitter attitude. I think he is just too damn stubborn to care for a woman like her. When she got pregnant, he was rotted with himself. He told her to get an abortion, even though it was against her family's life style. Then he hit her for the first time. They don't talk about it now, but I'm sure his excuse was that she provoked him to do it. I doubt he ever did it again, but she never felt the same. You can tell by the way she looks at him, that she remembers that time. Or when she looks at her daughter. Even now, though he's obviously forgotten. It shouldn't be normal for the woman to be afraid of the man, or maybe it should be because every house needs a little fear. Every lifestyle needs some amusement to feed off of. She doesn't have armour anymore, it has cracked and shed away. And you can tell by the way she is broken inside, and you can tell by the pessimist attitude. And you can tell by the way she accepts love. As her daughter leaves the door, I quicken my pace behind her. You can tell by the way she stalls within her step that she doesn't know where she is heading. Not knowing where you're going doesn't necessarily mean that you're lost. It's like a destination that you've been searching for a long time, and when you finally find it it's the best feeling in the world because you are accepted as you are. She isn't pregnant though. Perhaps she had her reasons for lying to her parents, but she won't tell anybody that. As far as she could be concerned, she'll finally be free from the control she has endured the past 15 years. She has no value in becoming anything like her parents, it's a shame she couldn't have waited though. Soon before, she had discussed with her counsellor that she didn't want the life she was leading. He had been perplexed at this statement, for everything he had once thought about her was tangled into a knot of confusion and stories. I don't think she was receiving the attention she deserved. Could that have inspired her to leave? I can't help but to follow her a little longer. I don't think she ever truly believes what people say. You wouldn't, either, if you were her. -- I'm new to this.