Do You Love Me Now?

Andrea

My name is Andrea Alexander.I'm 17. A junior.

I live in California, but I'm going to move to Minnesota with my

mom when I turn 18.

I need to escape. I have to get away from my dad.

I dye my hair constantly, but it's brown right now.

I'm a really quiet kid, so don't expect much from me.

I'm 17, as you know. And in those 17 years, I've learned a lot.
Like, for example,don't wear dress over jeans. I learned that in second grade.
Oh, and, don't wear high heels. Ever. Learned that last year. Also, don't wear a lot
of black eyeliner and yellow eyeshadow. I learned that in sixth grade.
But the most important thing, the thing that sounds the easiest, is the hardest to
do.
Don't fall in love with Luke Stevens.

I Want To Get My Hair Dyed.....

I had wanted to get my hair dyed that day, but I was stopped.

Dad.
I had just dressed in my yellow sun dress, knee high rainbow
socks, and Converse, when my hair was grabbed.
I gasped out in pain.
But, you know, I wasn't going to talk.
I don't talk.
Ever.
"Where are you going?' he barked.
I shook my head.
"Tell me!" he demanded.
I shook my head again.
He yanked my hair, throwing me on the couch. He goes into the kitchen, and I feel
myself shaking. I knew he what he was going to do, I just knew...
But when he comes back, he just thrusts a pen and a paper in my hands.
"Just write it," he snaps.
I have trouble controlling the pen with my shaky hands, but I manage to write out:
To get my hair dyed.
He slaps me. "You think I have the money to do that?"
I shake my head multiple times. Then I scratch out No, but I do.  I have a job,
remember, Daddy? on the paper.
He looks at me, scowling. I bite my lip.
He glares, then finally speaks. "You go get your damn hair done on Friday."
I nod my head. Thanks.