Ryn's pov

Ava and I got home from Target. I look the other way to see the guy still outside. We just stare at each other. A blank stare. Ava grabs my arm which makes me break our stare.

"Who's the guy?" She asked.

"I don't know." I say while looking at him. He starts to fix his hair and leans back on the siding of the house.

"Well, are you ready to go inside?" Ava responded. I smile and hug her. She needed to know that there was only one good parent. Mom. And that she never should have come here.

"Ava, you need to know something. Something about our parents." I say. Ava begins to look worried.

"What? What is it? Tell me." She states with her arms crossed across her chest. Her tan skin begin to seem a bit pale.

"Our dad, isn't all that great. He doesn't support anything you do. He actually doesn't care about us. Mom on the other hand, is actually the best mom you could ask for. But as of right now, if our dad try's to hurt you physically or emotionally, I'm sorry." I explain. Our family wouldn't be that bad if dad was more caring.

"Ryn, you don't have to apologize for any person's actions. I'll be okay. After all, I'm his daughter. He wouldn't hurt me that bad." Ava says. I didn't want to seem weird so I didn't respond. But if I had the guts to say something, I'd say Oh yes he would.

Ava starts to walk in, but stops. I had an urge to look over at the guy, but he must have went inside. I look at Ava and nod for her to go inside. She opens the door and walks inside, and I go in after her. As soon as Ava walked in mom's eyes widened.

"Ava!?" She nearly yelled. Ava smiles and hugs mom tightly.

"Mom?" Ava asked. Mom smiled and nodded. Before I knew it, they were both in tears. Mom broke the hug and stuck her arm out to me for me to join. This is the family I want. Until dad comes in.

"Ryn, who's this?" He asked. I hate it when he ask me questions. Especially, since I have to respond. But Ava gave me no time to answer.

"Dad, it's me. Ava." Ava said while getting up. She stood in front of him smiling. Dad had nothing on his face but disgust. His hands wadded up into fist, and he punched Ava.

"Ava!" Mom and I shout. Ava had her face covered with her hands. Mom gave dad an evil look.

"You've already hurt Ryn! And you are sure as hell not gonna hurt Ava!" Mom yelled as I held Ava while she was crying hard. I started crying as well. It hasn't even been 10 minutes, hell not even 2, and he's already hurt her.

"Hun, I already have. And you can't do shit about it!" He takes his beer bottle and smashes it against her head. She was knocked out.

"Mom!" I say while running toward her body lying on the floor.

"You idiotic monster! What have we ever done to you?! We have respected you all my life! You didn't even give Ava a chance!" I shout. Dad looks at me furiously. He walks toward me and grabs my shirt by the collar. I could have ran, but I was scared.

"You shouldn't talk to your father like that." He says. Everyone in the house was knocked out by dad. For all I know, he might kill me. He rises his fist. And he punches me, obviously.

I fall on the floor crying. I get back up and run into the bathroom and locked it. I sat in the corner curled in a ball.

"Open the door. Open the door right now or you'll die!" He screams. I sat in the corner crying so hard my cheeks began to sting. He kept banging on the door with his fist. Bang. Bang. Bang. I didn't know how long it would be 'til that wooden door flew open. I'm gonna die today. I have to accept that. If I open the door, he's gonna kill me slowly. If he opens the door he'll just get it over with.

The door soon flung open and dad was sweaty and really angry. God, or Satan, I'm probably gonna meet you today. My jeans are soaked in tears, and tears keep falling down my face. Dad slowly walked toward me with angry eyes.

"I hope you've prayed, cause now....you're gonna die." My eyes got heavy from crying so much. Dad forcefully grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me down on the ground. Hard. I did the worst thing ever. I screamed.

"Help! Please someone help me!" I yell from the top of lungs. He slaps me across the face.

"Shut up! Who's gonna help you anyway? Huh? I'm gonna kill you, then mommy, then poor little Ava. Don't worry I'll make hers long and painful." He says out of breath.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" I scream. Then, someone hit dad in the back of the head. It was that dude. He hit my dad again with a frying pan. Then, my dad was knocked out.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" He asked. I slowly nod and he wipes my tears.

"Are you sure?" He asked. I nod once again. He gives me a hug to comfort me. I continue to cry, still scared for what was about to happen.

"Listen, we have to get out of here. I don't know when he'll wake up." He says. I nod and he helps me up.

"Wait, call the cops. And get Ava and my mom." I demand.

"We don't have time." He says.

"Listen, I'm not leaving without them. If he wakes up before the cops get here he'll kill them both." He had sadness in his eyes. He nodded and went to wake up mom and Ava. After he did that, he called the cops. I thought today was my last day, but he saved me. I might have found my hero.