The year just kept getting weirder. My dad slept more than usual my mom and sister were always together, still afraid but not to much. On Monday afternoon my dad woke up and was in a horrible mood. He started off by slapping my sister and kicking my mom for no reason, but he did nothing to me it was as if I wasn't even there. Then he grabbed a knife and chased my mom around the kitchen, he managed to stab her shoulder. Things got worse though he managed to corner them and was getting ready to stab them when i got in front the butchers knife stopped about and inch from my heart. I looked down at my sister and mom both of their sides were bleeding my dad hadd gone to far this time. Alli was staring at me still gasping for air. "Daddy drop the knife and go sit on the couch.", I said. The knife clattered to the floor at my feet and my father walked to the couch. It was at this moment that i saw Cameron and the social worker in the door way. I looked away and helped my mom and Alli up. I took them to the bathroom, perfectly aware there was an ambulance waiting outside. I cleaned and dressed the wounds and let them out. In a short time Alex had also apeared Alli ran straight into his open arms. Cameron looked at me sadly and I glared back following the police and my handcuffed dad out the door. I turned my gaze away from cameron and to the social worker and police. "Daddy didn't mean to almost kill my mom and sister", I told the social worker and police as they put my dad in the car. "We're sorry, but thats what it looked like when we showed up.", the social worker said. I turned and glared again at Cameron who had told on my dad. "Well if your going to take him i have somethings to demand of you.", I said. My father looked at me questioningly. "I want to give him a hug before you leave with him and i want visitation rights plus he has to be able to come to my graduation without handcuffs.", I said. The police and social worker looked at me like I was crazy. "This man abused you and your mother and sister and this is what you demand.", The social worker said. "Yes, even though he did those things he is still my father and I love him.", I said. The police took off my fathers handcuffs and he hugged me. "I love you to my daughter.", he said. I started to cry. "I'll come see you every week Daddy, I promise.", I said and pulled away. My dad put out his hands and they put the handcuffs back on and he willingly got into the crusier. The police got in and drove away while tears slowly fell from my eyes. "So blaze are you willing to go to the jail every week to see him?", the social worker said. "I am and when I meet with him the handcuffs are off.", I said looking her in the eye. "of course.", she said and got into her car. I turned and went back into my house passing my mother with her open arms. Cameron followed me I tried to slam the door in his face but he forced the door open. "What do you want I had it under control.", I said angrily. He pulled me into a hug. "Is that what you call it when Alli is on the floor gasping for breath?", he asked me. I tried to wiggle out of his arms but he sat on the bed and I curled up in his lap my tears soaking his chest. We stayed like that all night (I fell asleep in his arms). For three days neither of us went to school I didn't go because of my dad being taken away and he didn't go because of me. I also didn't eat for those three days. I went to school friday and me and cameron made up a story about how we both got sick with the same thing. That day about four kids asked me why the police and ambulance were at my house on Monday. I told them to f*** off they backed up and walked away. The next Monday I got out of school(unfortunatly Cameron did to) and went to the jail to visit my father. Cameron was with me the whole time watching my father closely. I was there for two hours then I went to school passed the teacher a note sayinng that I had to visit my father who was in jail and to excuse my absence. Camerons excuse was getting up late(he was good at acting like it to). I would have to say that was the worst week of my life.