'Out,' I smiled at him. 'With my new boyfriend.'
'Oh no, you're not!' he said. 'Not in that skirt. You're only eighteen, Ellen. I know what boys want.'
'I don't care,' 1 said. I pushed past him, but he pulled my arm. I screamed, and he hit my face.
Then John came. He was wonderful! He took Dad's arms, held them by his side, and pushed him slowly back into the house. Dad couldn't do anything! John sat him down in a chair, then walked out and put his arms round me. Right there, in front of the house!
Then we rode away on his motorbike.