Free Trouble by P.L. Jenkins

dogs. Excuse me if I decline and not put myself through that.” She bows her head as I sigh.
                  “You are not welcomed here you little bitch.” I look up to see my uncle standing there next to Caroline. She stiffens and he glares at me.
                  “Well I guess it is a good thing that I was here for my dad, and not for you or anybody else. I am leaving mom. Tell dad I love him.” I go to walk away when Uncle Tim grabs my arm.
                  “I wasn’t done talking to you, you little brat.” I slap him which makes him slap me in return. I stand there as my dad does nothing, my mom does nothing. My whole family did the same shit when my grandma would beat me.
                  “I am done talking. Next time you fucking touch me. Not only will I call the cops on you, I will tell them that you rapped me which isn’t true, but who are they going to believe? I can ruin your life in matter of seconds. So please hit me again. Bye mom, bye dad.” I get in the car as Ashley’s already in there waiting.
                  “Let’s go home.” She nods as we head to the hotel and grab our bags. I call the airport to see if we could change the flight time. They have two seats available it will charge more, but since its daddy’s credit card that was on file I went ahead and bumped us up to first class. It was the least he could do. We loaded on the plane and I snuck off to the bathroom. I look at the pill bottle in my purse. I debate on whether or not to take them. I throw two in my mouth and walk out like nothing happened. We land around five in the afternoon. Ashley and I were supposed to take a cab, but when I see the familiar Jeep parked out on the curb I laugh.
                  “Really? Ashley?” She smiles at me.
                  “That is your ride. Mine is that cab. You need to have the closure and be okay. You need to tell him bye.” I nod as she hugs me and runs to the cab. He walks up, grabs my bag and we take off for my house.
                  “So did you get my text?” I wait for him to answer.
                  “Yeah. You are right. This has to stop before feelings go any deeper. I need to leave you alone and you need to leave me alone.” I nod.
                  “I am going to miss you. Hey at least it was only two months and one great weekend.” I look out the corner of my eye and he’s smiling.
                  “Yeah you are right. Well this is you.” I laugh and he turns to look at me when he notices the now purple mark on my cheek.
                  “What happened to your cheek?” I chuckle before placing my hand over his hand which was on my face.
                  “I ran into a door. No biggie.” The anger flashes in his eyes.
                  “A door? So who the fuck hit you?” I shake my head as I climb out the Jeep going to the back to get my things.
                  “Don’t run Lannie! I can protect you. Please.” I slam the back of the door to his jeep and make it to the door when he grabs my hand. I turn around.
                  “You can’t protect me. Don’t you get it? You are just another person to play me on their fiddle. You are no better than Evan, my dad, mom, uncle, and mostly you are no better than Chad. Making me miserable when I start getting better you just appear all over again.” He stares into my eyes as I stand there unable to breath. Panic attack was coming on.
                  “First off, how am I like them? I don’t leave you, abuse you, and I am always here for you. Second who is Chad?” I hadn’t even known that I said his name. I close my eyes.  I spoke quietly before the full panic attack happened.
                  “You going to burn me. I am playing with fire, you my friend are that fire. You will leave they all do. Once