Tuesday, September 11, 2012; 2:07 PM
~19~ (Tuesday, September 11, 2012; 2:07 PM)
Luke had a hard time standing up, and I had to put his arm around me to help him walk across the room. Something was up with his right leg. He kept grunting in pain.
We got to the ladder/stairs.
“I’m going to go up them.” I said to Luke. “Then I’m going to help you up them.
Luke simply nodded.
I walked up the ladder stairs and turned around to lay on my stomach on the ground of the ground floor.
“Use both your arms and left leg.” I said to Luke. “Grab my hand.” I lent down my hand. Luke grabbed it and I helped pull him up with each step.
I kept looking out the corner of my eye to make sure our dad wasn’t around. Once Luke was up, on the ground, I put his arm around me again so he could be pulled to his feet and I helped him walk across the room.
We kept walking across the house. We were only about one hundred feet from the door when Dad appeared out of nowhere.
He came out of literally NOWHERE.
“Get the fuck out of our way!” I demanded.
“Get the fuck out of here, Jack!” Dad demanded.
“MOVE!” I screamed.
Dad seemed to lunge towards us, so I swung the bat towards him. It hit him on the side of the abdomen, causing him to yelp and fall to the ground.
“Go!” I said to Luke as I helped pull us forward quickly. Once we were out the door we headed straight to the car.
I opened the passenger door to help Luke in.
“Jack, he’s there!” Luke said. I saw dad at the, stumbling and heading towards us.
I tossed Luke into the passenger seat and slammed the door. I darted to the driver’s seat, got in, and locked the doors just as Dad slammed into car, trying to open the door.
Quickly starting the car, I shifted to drive and hit the gas. We sped off.