Her father is waiting

When Loretta opens the bathroom door, her father is waiting there with his shotgun.

"You **** her!" he shouts as he raises the gun to his shoulder.

Loretta shields you, screaming, "No, Daddy! He didn't **** me! Don't do this!"

You keep her between him and you as he follows you with the barrel.

You see your chance and you rush him, ducking. You push the gun out of the way as he pulls the trigger, and the blast goes into the ceiling, making plaster crash down around the two of you. You punch him in the face twice and he crumples. You take the gun and unload it. You check his pulse and find him alive.

Loretta goes to her father, crying. You hold her and let her cry into your shoulder.

"He's alive. I just knocked him out," you say, hugging her tightly.

"I know. I was afraid he was going to shoot you, then I was scared he was going to accidentally shoot me. Then I thought you were going to die trying to take the gun away. Then I thought he was going to die by accident. I just want no one to die!" The tears pour out of her, as you comfort her.

"It's okay now. No one died. Cry it out."

After ten more minutes, Loretta settled down. She wiped her face and looked up at me with big tear-drenched eyes.

"I'm never going to have a life as long as I live on this farm in this tiny small-minded town. Will you take me with you to the city? I'll be your girlfriend as long as it takes to get a job and an apartment. I can pack now and we can be out of here before Daddy wakes up. Will you help me?"