Liz~
Liz smiled and pivoted on her heel. "I'll be right back, kay?" She smiled and took off towards a huge, two story, brick house with a beautiful yard, walking into the house. Don't judge a book by its cover. She sighed, kicking a beer can to the side. Her dad layed on the couch, flipping through television channels with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. She snuck upstairs and gathered a few clothes, tossing them in a bag along with her toothbrush. She slowly snuck back downstairs. Her dad stood adruptly, walking towards her and slamming her against the wall.
"Where were you last night?!" He screamed, his breath smelling of horrid alchohol. Liz winced at the pain in her head and smiled at her dad.
"Morning daddy," she smiled her hardest, "I was at Grace's."
"Sure you were you little skank! Get out of my house!" Her dad yelled, dragging her to the door and shoving her out. She tripped forward, falling down the set of stairs on the front porch. She winced and stood up, hoping Johnathan hadn't seen her. She shook off the pain that wrecked through her body and walked to Johnathan's car, getting in and smiling at him.
