"Left, Kacy! Left!" Mom stood up, and began walking into the living room. The towels were still attached to her feet, and sopping with bloode. It got onto the carpet. She threw herself onto the couch, and cried more.
"Well...where did he go?" I asked, following her.
"He took off. Took his things, took the money we had stashed under the sink, and left in his damn truck." She said, sitting up. She had a mad look on her face. I couldn't believe this.
I sat back on my knees on the floor, and stared at her. She wasn't looking at me.
"When...when..wait. What?" I tried to see straight but I couldn't.
"You heard me, Kacy." She got up, and trailed the bloody towels into her room. She lay on her bed, and tried to sleep.
I sat there for hours, just thinking. How could he do this to us? He took our money? We needed that money!
Maybe he had his cell phone.
I got up, and darted towards the phone. Shaking, I picked it up and dialed. It rang twice.
"Hello?" I didn't say anything. This wasn't my dad. It was a woman.
"Hello?" The voice moved from the phone.
"Hey, Stevey. Phone rang."
Stevey? My mom called him that. He got on.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Daddy?" I said, crackling my voice.
No answer.
"Dad? Where are you?" I asked. I began to cry.
He hung up.
I cried more, and slammed the phone on the ground. The batteries spilled out, and the glass shattered on the cover.
Two hours later, I was in my room with Ozzy, brushing him and talking to him. I had already got my scars from this.
"Do you think he's coming back?"
Ozzy just nudged my hand, and wiggled.
"Yeah..." I said, and stopped brushing him. He lay there in front of me while I pet him.
We tried to sleep, but I couldn't, so he couldn't. I got online. James was on.