Brooke’s POV:

I glance out the window again to be sure that my dad has really left. After confirming it, i picked up the phone, my hands trembling with fear. I slowly dialed the numbers. 9 I press. I continue on slowly- 1. I was shaking even harder now. What if they can't do anything? What will my dad do to me? Is this really worth the risk? Even with my doubts I press 1, the phone started to ring. Tears forming in my eyes. "Hello?" The operator said semi- urgently. Not enough to worry me more, but enough to force me to talk. "Umm..." I start, "my dad!" I tell through my tears. "What about your dad?" The operator said calmly, probably realizing that I was crying. "He... He... He abuses me!" I finally got out. She asks, still with her calm, motherly voice, "is he home?" "No!" I gasp. "He just left." "Okay. We will send the police to your house for when he comes back. Does anyone else know?" "No." I respond feeling slightly sad. "Okay, do you want me to stay on the phone with you until someone arrives?" The kind lady asks. "No, I will be fine..."