Carpe Noctem (9) Seize The Night

My dad always parked in the garage so there was no way of telling if he was home, but as I slowly eased the door open there were no sounds or surprising people, so I pressed on. As I tip-toed through the hall and up the stairs, no one had emerged yet. The same went for my bedroom, and I was excited that I had made it this far.
As fast as I could I started shoving clothes into a large vacation bag, not caring if they matched or what went in there. Just a bunch of panties, bras, shoes, pants and shirts. Then, after checking the hallway twice for dad, I darted across it and into my bathroom, cramming my backpack full of all my toiletries faster than I had packed my clothes, because there was no more room in my stuffed vacation bag.
All of this had taken about five minutes, and dashing back into my bedroom, I couldn't think of anything else I needed but decided to look anyways. I had everything pretty much, but grabbed an extra pair of tights just in case. Satisfied, I closed my top drawer and straightened up, then almost had a heart attack. Directly in front of me was my dad, a sick smile of victory on his face.
"Going somewhere?"
I swallowed hard and backed up a step, my limbs shaking heavily.
"Y- Yeah. I'm leaving!"
Even though I was scared and my heart raced, my resolve was stronger than ever and all the previous anger returned. Dad raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, looking down at me accusingly. His message was very clear even without words, because he was standing right in front of my open doorway, effectively blocking my exit.
"Really? And why would you be leaving?" He wasn't happy, but if anything his insinuating tone just fueled the fires of my anger and hurt even more. I set my jaw and glared at him, taking a defensive body stance.
"Because that stupid woman is here! I won't live in a house with her!" My voice rose as the lady in question appeared in the hallway just then, looking at me with a serene sadness. She really was beautiful, but even her flawless skin and blue dress couldn't hide who she really was. My dad let his arms fall as his expression turned near-murderous, and he looked behind him quickly before returning his angry eyes back to me.
"Don't talk that way about your mother, Angelina!" He snapped, but he had nothing on me.
"She is no such thing! That woman is just a stranger who you call my mother!" I yelled, channeling my dad's furious volume. He gasped, but the woman behind him stepped forward and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder, causing my dad to turn around.
"It's alright, Damon. You can't blame her." She gave him a weak smile that nearly made me want to gag, then walked out of my room and down the hall. Considerably more calm, my dad turned to me once again.
"How could you let her in this house? After leaving and being gone for fifteen years, she just shows up? That's not fair! It's not fair to us kids and it's definitely not fair to you, especially when we had no warning!"
My dad glanced down, and his guilt brought forth a new answer.
"Oh no. No, no, no, no, no! You KNEW she was going to come back? And you didn't tell us!?" I shrieked, two seconds away from breaking the mirror right next to me on my dresser. My dad's eyes flicked back up as he shifted uncomfortably.
"I didn't know if she really was going to comeback and I didn't want you guys to be disappointed, but now I know that I should have warned you either way. I'm sorry, Ange. But I still love her, and she's staying for good now."
My eyes widened, and before I could stop it my hand flew out and knocked a porcelain figurine of a unicorn off my dresser. It broke in many pieces on my floor, but I didn't care.
"NO!" I screeched, louder than I thought myself capable of while drawing the word out, sounding like I was a B movie queen watching her boyfriend get eaten by monsters. "I will not stay in a house with that… That traitor!" My throat was going to hurt tomorrow and my head already did from all the screaming, but my dad had been pushed too far. His eyes glowed a deep red that covered every part of them, and he lowered his head threateningly while glowering at me.
"Yes you will. She is your mother whether you like it or not, and that's final." His voice was a lot deeper than I'd ever heard it, bordering on a growl. I was still unfazed though, thanks to all the anger coursing through my veins.
"Now I'm going to go show Joan the blood freezer in the basement, but we'll be back in the kitchen shortly. I expect you to be downstairs with us in three minutes."
We had an enraged stare-off for a while, almost like when wild animals challenged each other, but I was the first to concede.
"Fine!" I spat, yet to accept my defeat. Not waiting a second longer, dad spun around and left my room, then waved his hand behind him violently, causing my door to swing closed on its own. With a deafening slam, my dresser shook slightly and one of my framed pictures of a ballerina fell off the wall. He never usually used any of his powers so I knew he meant business, but I wasn't scared. My mother's name- Joan- Sounded ugly to me when he spoke it, and thanks to her that name would forever have a bad association stain on it.
After our intense showdown I normally would have been so shaken up that I needed to sit down, but the copious amounts of adrenaline rushing through my veins caused me to take another course of action. Without a second thought, I dashed over to my largest window in one huge leap and threw it open. Clots of snow fell on the sill and spilled into my bedroom as an icy blast nearly took my breath away, but after a second it felt good on my heated skin. Taking the vacation bag filled with clothes, I tossed it out the window and watched it land heavily in the snow, but I wasn't worried. Clothes weren't breakable. My backpack, on the other hand, was a different story so I pulled the straps more securely around my shoulders and lifted myself up onto the window sill. I stuck my feet first through the slippery square and turned my body around halfway out, then grabbed onto the wall.
The side of the house was slick from all the moisture in the air so I had to be careful lest I fall two stories, or worse: Get caught. My feet gingerly tested out all the tiny ledges, window tops, and siding shingles for stability as I eased myself down faster than I should have gone, but I had to escape. There were no real footholds that protruded out super far, so my fingers and toes had to just barely cling onto the precarious materials.
About fifteen feet down one of my shoes slipped off a nail and couldn't find another hold, so I just let myself go. It wasn't that far down anyways, but my heart still leapt into my throat as I became airborne for a few seconds. The puffy layer of snow provided a small cushion for my crash landing, which thankfully happened on my feet. I didn't stay that way for long though, as my knees buckled and I rolled onto my side. Nothing hurt immediately, and with that quick diagnosis I picked myself up and started running for my life after snatching my clothes bag.