Page 34 of Loving Jared

He tried to use his most stern dad voice.

"So you can kill me with a wrench? With the fuck is wrong with you?" she shouted back at him, no longer caring if she set him off. The man seemed determined to be angry no matter what. “You killed my mother, you bastard!”

She screamed for help, praying that it would come fast enough.

Her father decided on a new tactic. Since he wasn't getting out of there, he was going take her down with him. He shouted obscenities at her while throwing whatever he could get his hands on underneath the vehicle at her. He couldn't get a lot of leverage, but Amy took a good beating from a series of tools he hurled under the vehicle at her.

She curled in a ball and wrapped her arms over her head, screaming when something hard caught her on the hip. That was going to bruise.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" her father screamed, throwing something else. It hit the ground with a metallic bang and then rattled as it came towards her. It got her in the shoulder, but it didn't hurt. Amy peeked out through her arms to see what it was. A spray paint can.

"And I'm going to see you rot in jail, you fucking psycho!" Amy gripped the can and rolled out from the other side.

It was time to leave the garage.

She hurtled toward the garage door opener, nailing it with the palm of her hand. As she swung back around, her father hit her with her wrench, bringing it down on her forearm. Pain jolted through her and she hoped the arm wasn’t broken. He reared back to hit her again and Amy swung the spray can around, getting him with a face full of silver metallic spray. He stumbled back, screaming obscenities and clutching his face.

Amy ran straight toward the front of the garage where the door was slowly rising. She hit the ground with her knees and rolled, not wanting to stay for a second longer than she had to.

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