If you love something, let it go, if it returns...you're dreaming

I sat on the counter in my bathroom, cell phone in hand, messing with my settings. I smiled as I found a Wallpaper with a bear on it, and I immediently traded my feild of sunflowers for it. There was a knock on the locked door.
"Case....are you almost done in there?"
"um...yeah?" I honestly didn't want to go out there, but it was my mom at the door. She didn't sound too bad, so I dicided I could at least find a cool ringtone before I showed myself. Less then a minute later, she came again.
"Casey, are you ready?! I need you to be ready!! Please!!" she was crying now. I got off the counter and fumbled with the lock, opening the door. My mom was already walking down the hall. She wanted me out there, I could tell. He couldn't hurt her physically when I was presant. I sat on the arm of the loveseat, waiting for something to go down. Dad was spewing out some slurred, drunken insults, normal....he was cooking dinner, normal....Mom was sitting in the worn, blue chair in the living room, normal....
"Here's your dinner, you bitch," The entire pot of sliced potatoes and some steak were poured into the sink, steam rushing up, temporarily covering his face. He then brought two plates out to the dinner table; one for me, and one for him.
"Case, time to eat."
I refused to move. I looked at my mother, refusing to let the tears, threatening to show themselves, come forth and make me look like some baby. Some defenceless baby. I needed to prove to him when he was like this,that I could take care of myself if I wanted to, that I didn't need him, becuase that scared him to death. The thought of me running off, the thought of his only little girl leaving him, was more then he could bear. My mom, on the other hand, meant nothing to him right now. She nodded at me, a sign that said 'go ahead'. I was terrified as I crossed the room to the table, though I didn't dare show it. I could barely eat. It hadn't been five minutes before I had choked down most of my food and carried my plate to the kitchen. I then returned to the loveseat, laying down this time, knowing that not much could happen now, right?
"Damn you!! Damn you for turning her against me!!"
"She isn't against you because of me, Rex! She's against you because she hates it when you're like this!!"
"I deserve to have a few drinks! Do you know how hard I work? What I have to deal with?! Then I come home to YOU and her and her attitude, and you expect me NOT to have a few beers?"
"Rex, it wasn't a 'few beers,'!! how can you live with yourself?! Look what you're doing to her!!" Gesturing to me, crying on the loveseat, I hated my mother, pointing out my weakness. The hate soon subsided, knowing that she had hit a nerve.
"Case..." he advanced towards me, to hug me, most likely.
"Don't touch me, you bastard!" I couldn't believe what I'd said...How I'd just spoken to my father...In my house, it was unexceptable. He broke down in tears, and in a sick way, I was proud of myself. That feeling also dissapeared quickly, as he went to the kitchen. There was a loud sound, somewhat like a bang, that was new to me then. I now know it's the sound of a fist beingshovedthrough a plastic door. It swung open, almost breaking off the hinges, and a large chunk of plastic, along with the screen, was tossed to the lawn. I was surprised at my dad's strength and I gaped at him from the other end of the kitchen that I didn't remember running to. That's when my life-saving mother grabbed the phone off it's wall mount, shaking as she dialed the three numbers that could change the way I looked at my father forever...Several things happened at once, all of which distracted me, stunning me, seeming to paralyze me for the moment. My two cats, obviously sensing danger, ran into random rooms of the house, climbing under something. I envied them for their ability to do so around then. My father had raced forward as my mom had put the phone to her ear, sobbing. He jerked it out of her hand and turned to face the open door. He then threw it at the porch as hard as he could, causing it to break into pieces. I cried out and my mother grabbed my arm, jerking me to the silver Jeep in the driveway. I climbed into the back seat quickly and she scrambled into the driver's side, locking the door.
"Fuck you! I hope you crash! FUCK YOU!!" My father swung open his own car's door, in a rage, and backed out of the driveway before us.
"Casey...don't turn around....He's going to hit us, don't turn around..." I believed he would at this point, my mother keeping her eyes fixed on the rear-veiw mirror in horror. I waited for the pain to come, but it never did. Neither of us knew where he went, but we didn't care. She peeled out of the driveway and began to take back roads to Ashley, then to LaGrange County.