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again.
    I had totally forgotten that Brandon was in the room till I felt his arms wrap around my waist, also locking my arms in place and pulling me away from my step-father.
    “Stop, Kami. It’s ok, you’re safe for now,” he gently said, pulling me away to the other side of the bed. He released me, but I kept my back to him as I let everything sink back in around me. “Kami, here, put this on. We need to go before he wakes up.”
    I felt clothes being placed on my shoulder. I gripped a hold of them and placed the pants on the bed as I slipped the shirt on, then picked them back up to cover my legs.
    When I turned around to face Brandon, I saw that he had turned his back to me and was looking out in the hall, like he was waiting for someone to show up. That was when I thought of Mandy. Where was she? Why hadn’t she shown up by now?
    As those questions ran through my head, I went to my closet to get my hoodie, so I could cover my face. I was about to get it when I felt Brandon’s hand on mine. “Leave it. I have a better one in the car you can have,” he said, pulling me out of the room.
    We were walking down the stairs when I heard some banging coming from the hall closet. The further down we got, I could tell that Mandy was the one in there. “Let me out of here,” she kept screaming as she hit the wooden door. “I’m going to kick your sorry ass when I get a hold of you.”
    I could hear Brandon laughing. “Yeah, you got to find me first, sweetheart. Now I think I’ll take what I came for and go,” he yelled with some humor behind his voice. How he saw the situation funny, just confused me more about how he figured out what was going on.   
    “When my father’s done fucking that whore, he’s going to beat the shit out of you,” she yelled back, slamming against the door right when we got to the bottom stair. I found out that a chair had been placed under the door handle, making it impossible to open from the inside.
    Brandon was smirking as he said, “Oh, you mean that guy who’s now lying on the floor in Kami’s bedroom?” Brandon walked me to the front door and faced the hall closet. “Have a nice night. The cops will be here soon.”
    We didn’t hear her reply since he pulled me out of the house and into his car. He opened the passenger door for me and I gave him a look still, trying to figure out what was going on.
    “Brandon, what the hell are you doing here?” I took a step away from him, letting go of his hand. He wasn’t supposed to be here, he was supposed to be with one of his fan girls.
    “I’ll explain later, Kami. Please just get in the car,” he said, gesturing with his one hand for me to get in the car while the other held the open door. I knew he wasn’t going to just let me go on my own, so I gave in and got in the car.
    I was so focused on looking out the window that I didn’t really take in much of the car on the inside. I took in my home and thought about the lies that went on inside that the outside world didn’t know. I looked at the two-story white house, with the oak tree in the front yard and the flowers surrounding it. The yard was well taken care of and the grass so green.
    It made it seem like a perfect family lived there, when in really it was a dysfunctional family. A family that was evil and there was no love. There was only someone who’d rip your soul from you.
    I was still looking outside when the car moved. Brandon was driving and was taking me away from this hell. Someone had been looking out for me today and brought Brandon to my life. “How did you know where to find me?” I asked, wanting to know how he had been able to find me so fast.
    It seemed that all the rage and tension from my bedroom had washed away and he brought a smile to his face. “I have some acquaintances that live on this street and I’ve seen you walk into that house plenty of times to know that you live there.” I knew by acquaintance he was probably talking about his bed