"Hey, ever heard of something called 'knocking before entering'?" Angela asked, didn't meant for that changeling tone to be in her voice. She could see tiredness in his eyes, also the anger and hatred. Before she could react, her dad jumped and pinned her to the bed. He held her hands above her head with his left hand, and his right started to get under her baggy T-shirt.

"Get off me! You drunk freak!" She screamed, but he didn't seem to hear her.

He was just keep repeating, "I know you did it with him, I knew it..."  Before she knew it, his hands were moving down to her boxers, the evil grin on his face made the last bit of her hope disappear.

"Get off me!" Angela screamed in his ear, which made his grip loosen a little bit. She struggled to get up once her hands were free, but he was on top of me, his weight keeping her down. Angela searched the nightstand furiously, trying to find anything to free herself. She didn't know what came over her; she grabbed the lamp, and slammed it hard against the man's head. All his movement stopped, he was still, motionless. Then he landed on the floor with a big thump. Angela panicked, then she checked his pulse, and he was only out cold.

Angela packed everything she owned. As she started her old jeep, she suddenly realized that she has no clue where to go. Then she remembered Mrs. Richardson, her friendly neighbor who moved away when Angela was 10. Mrs. Richardson's son - Kevin, was ten years older than Angela was and they were like brother and sister.

Angela called her old number in Kentucky, hoping she hadn't change it. Angela let out a relieved sigh when the woman picked up the phone, she sounded surprise to hear from Angela after all those years and she was just the friendly lady as she remembered her. Mrs. Richardson gave her Kevin's address in Orlando. Angela thanked her, and told her that she'd drive there by herself. After a while of small talks, they said their good-byes.