~* 2 Months Later *~ "C'mon Ali! Two more Laps!" Bruce yelled looking up from the stop watch he was holding. I felt the cold sweat streaming down my face as I picked up speed and my heart accelerated. I had my hair pulled back and wearing the police gray gym shorts and gray tank top. Ever since Christmas i had been missing alot of school because my time with Richard was growing near. Taylor and I have been keeping in contact but not seeing him has been driving me crazy and I could tell not seeing me was causing him to act the same way. I had tutors now and Tara had been in town for a couple days boxing up her things to move to Tulsa. I crossed the finish line and stopped. I rested my palms on my knees and breathed heavily. "That was great Al! One mile in 6:34! You're ready for the case now." I stood straight up and wiped the sweat from my forehead. "Thanks Bruce for helping me. You were a great coach." I said still heaving. He tossed me a towel as I walked over to the locker room at the police station. I grabbed my gym bag and proceeded to walk out of the empty room when the intercom came on. "Ali Vasquilikis to Lutenite Vasquilikis's office please." I rolled my eyes as the lady said my last name wrong AGAIN. I opened the metal door to the locker room just as Bruce walked out of the gym. He told me he called Uncle Dan and I would soon be ready. I kept walking as Bruce went into his office and proceeded to climb the 2 sets of stairs to my Uncles office. I walked down the long entree way as if any other usual day. The usual hellos to the normal people I saw day in and day out. I finally made it to Uncle Dan's office and walked in hessitantly. He was sitting at his desk waiting for me. I smiled and dropped my bag by the door. I sat in the black leather chair as he sat upright. "Bruce tells me you ran the mile in excellent time." He said to me. I nodded in agreement. "Ali I'm thinking that next week will be the time." I nodded again. "I'm thinking on Friday night. I've already told everyone they must be on duty then and everyone is goin to be undercover. I'm gonna give you your clothes on Thursday and everything else Friday afternoon." ~* Later That Night *~ ~* Author's Note: This is a Monday guys!*~ I walked through the front door of my house only to find it once again empty. I sighed and dropped my bag by the door. I threw my keys on the cherry wood table next to the door. I flipped the lights on and kicked my shoes on the mat on the side. I walked up the cream carpeted stairs and into the kitchen area. Our kitchen was decorated in black and white checkers. We had a mini bar in the middle with the usual appliances on the side. Our refridgerater was against the wall with alot of counter space and a very large sink. I pulled out a frozen pizza from the other night and popped it in the microwave which was set on one of our many counter. I sat on one of the leather brown bar stools and pressed play on the answer machine. Message #1 : Hey Ali, it's me Cord give me a call later or tomorrow. Laters! Message #2 : Al, It's me Taylor. Give me a call tonight I have some great news. I'll be up late waiting for you. I love you. I looked over to the clock on the wall that read 11:30 p.m. . Since there was a two hour difference I picked up the phone and dialed the long distance phone call. It rang twice before someone picked up. "Hello?" Taylor said. "Hey, what's up? I got your message." It was great hearing his voice again but then it reminded me about Richard next week. God what I would give to see Taylor one last time. "Next week Wednesday we are going to be doing an interview in Detroit and Mom and Dad said I could go and see you for a while!" My hopes were risin faster that you could imagine. "Wow! How long is a little while?" I asked. "From about Wednesday to Saturday morning and as long as I can stay with Tara. Dad still is on his kick from Christmas." I sighed thinking about Friday. I want to see Taylor so bad but not the night of the Richard thing. Oh well I guess it is best he is here than away in Tulsa. "That's Great! It's been driving me crazy not being able to see you. I miss you alot." I told him. "I miss you too, Al." He was about to say something just as the timer went off on the microwave. "Hold on for a moment Tay." I said as I set the phone down on the counter. As I pulled the pizza out the door to the garage flung open and my dad stepped into the house. "Slut! Whore!" He mumbled to me as he walked in. I stood speechless at him as he entered the room. He wasn't suppose to be home until tomrrow and then he was leaving Wednesday mourning. He was very drunk from his walking up the stairs. I could tell since he was knocking over stuff as he walked over to me. I dropped the pizza I was holding into the trash can and stared at him. He was in one of his moods like always. His brown hair was really messed up and he smelled horrid. He was drinking with Jon again and I shook my head in disgust. He stood in front of me while my head was down. I slowly peered up and into his eyes. He slapped his bare hand against my cheek. I left my face turned away in the direction he had hit holding back tears. "You F**kin' Slut! Because of you my Jenna is Dead! You should have died you b*tch not her!" He said. A single tear rolled down my cheek as my father blamed me for my mothers death. He glared at me as he shoved his fist into my stomach. I fell to my knees as the wind was literally pushed out of my body. I felt pure pain spread around my stomach as I about keeled over. I coughed trying to breathe in the air i had lost so vilently. I heard Taylor on the phone. "Ali?! Are you okay?!" He repeated over and over again obviously worried. My father grabbed me by the shoulders and flung my body down the stair case to the bottom of the living room floor. Tears sprung from my eyes as the pain hit me from hitting the tiled floor. I cried and screamed in pain. I just laid there for a moment before my body reacted. My whole body ached now in such little time. My dad started walking down the steps as I climbed to my feet. Showing my red and puffy eyes from crying. "You son of a B*tch! How could you beat up your own daughter! Your own flesh and blood!" I yelled at him in fury. I had always taken his shit and it was about time it stopped. I glared in his eyes waiting for some sort of reaction. My legs trembled under neath me as he walked over to me. He stood in front of me and just stared. "I'm your father and because of you my wife is dead! You will pay!!! You just wait!" He yelled at me. He walked to the garage door and opened it. He walked out of the house and closed the door. As I saw him pull away my legs gave way. I kneeled on the floor crying. My father was a monster to everyone who knew him. Then I remembered Taylor was still on the phone. I grabbed the phone next to me on the table by the front door. "Ali? Are you okay?" "No. I'm not okay, Tay." "What happened?" "Just another bad encounter with my father." Saying those words made me burst into tears. Why should anyone have to that? Yet it was true in my case. " I need you." I whispered into the phone in between sobbs. "I'll never leave you Ali. And I'll make sure your never hurt again." He used the last sentence with alot of force and then I knew Taylor would just about kill my dad about now. Chapter 21 Back Home
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