6. Family Danger
"First time on a motorcycle?" Zayn asks. I nod as he looks back at me. "Hold on to me," he says as I tighten my grip around his waist.
"Where am I taking you?" He questions. I tell him and he takes a sharp right turn, straight past a stop sign. I rest my head on his leather jacket. We reach my house and he walks me to the door. Before I can open it, it blasts open. It's my dad. I can see a glass whiskey bottle in his hand.
"Hi dad," I stutter nervously.
"Get the fuck out of my way!" He pushes me aside and stomps up to Zayn. "Get the Hell off the fucking lawn! Is this the bastard you've been seeing?!" He lifts Zayn by his collar and turns towards me. He's drunk.
"DAD STOP IT!" I scream, as Mom comes rushing out of the house towards my Dad.
"RICH! GET AWAY FROM HER!" Mom screams, jumping in front of me. Suddenly, Dad pushes past her and approaches me, hitting my chest hard with his fist. He pushes me aside and brandishes the bottle, rushing towards Mom. I scream as he hits her over the head with the bottle. Zayn runs up through my yelling and pushes my Dad, who attempts to punch him, but Zayn ducks and kicks his leg. With that Dad storms away down the street. I go to hug Mom who's crying, but Zayn comes up to my side and squeezes me tight.
"Are you okay?" He whispers in my ear. I break down and cry, holding him in my weak arms. He rubs my hair and tells me it's going to be okay.
"Go, Lola, He might come back. Go with him," My mom says, her lip quivering. I nod as Zayn wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me along to the motorcycle, driving away to his house.