THE STORY TO EVERYONE OF MY FRIENDS:
Oct. 1, 2005...
All seems well in my house.... Right.
Until. A shelf broke in the house. Of course, i freaked out for one reason.
I would get blamed... o.o; And my dad was drunk that day. So i called....
The phone rings. Rriiiiiinnng "Dad, The shelf Broke."
...
"You broke it didn't you?!"
...
"No, i was sitting downstairs, i think the cat did because he ran downstairs"
...
"Did you do it?"
...
"No."
...
"Tell me the truth!"
...
"I Am!"
...
"You were ******** around with the cat weren't you?"
...
"NO!"
Suddenly, i wait nervously and scared. Takeshi, he knew i was scared.
So, so i waited. And when i said my last good byes, i ran to fix the shelf.
I tried and i tried.... Until i heard the door open. "DID YOU BREAK MY SHELF!!?"
My dad yells to me... "NO I DIDN'T!!" He yelles: "DON'T ******** YELL AT ME b***h!" And i panicked, suddenly i said: "YOU HAVE NO TRUST IN YOUR KIDS!!" I cried.
He dragged my hair. Pulling so tight i had the worst headache. I Grabbed onto the counter, and let him pull my hair. He cornered me and slapped me pushing me to a wall.
I panicked more. "YELL AT ME AGAIN MARIA!" He said.
This time i moved. "HOW LONG DO I HAVE TO WAIT FOR YOU TO MOVE OUT!!?" He yelled. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked. "CAN YOU!?" He yelled.
So i grabbed my bags, went to my room and put my clothes in there.
No knowing what had been done, i opened the door, and left. Of course, my parents were going to go after me... But i hid behind a trashcan :3
I Called my friend, Susie...
Riiiiiiiiinnnng.
"Hello?"
...
"Susie!!?" (In tears)
....
"Yeah!?"
...
"Can you pick me up this is me Maria!"
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"Oh my god what happened!!!?"
...
"Can you pick me up!?"
...
"Yea, hold on!!"
........
Panicking, i hid behing a trash can. The smell was no burden to me for fear and my dad was my main concern.
I was picked up, and we were off.
We make it to Susie's house. There, gasping for breath from tears and fear i sit.
I Called the cops, made a report.
So casually, i slept over for the night.
The next day, parents come looking for me. I knew what i had to do.
So i called the cops again. And they took me to my house.
I had butterflies in my stomache. I felt like vomiting somewhere in the back seat of the hard seats of a police car. But i held it in. So we walk up the stairs and knock.
"Scuse me, are you Julio?"
...
"Yes."
...
"Uhh we had a call from your daughter saying there was some sort of argument and physical abuse here. Can we take a look around?"
"Uhh, officer there was no hitting. We just had a little argument is all."
"Maria, these look like nice loving parents, they seem decent. I'm sure there was no need to leave because of an argument like that."
Little did the officer know he shitty my life was...
"So, do you want to stay here or live with a family member, Maria?"
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"My brother"
Riiiiiinnnnnnggggg....
"Hello"
...
"Geo?"
...
"Yeah"
....
"Can you pick me up please, i'm at home?"
....
"Alright."
(He already knew i was going to call...)
"Do you really need to make a report Maria?" My dad asks....
"Yes."
So.... i leave, and before i did. What did i see? My mother ******** hiding in the closet with her face that looked like i was socked and hit with a bat. Torn and bruised she walks down the stairs stuttering and stammering. She lied to the cops of course. It was her "Boyfriend" That hit her. BULLSHIT.
But okay.
I Left.... That is my story... .To all my friends that i didn't get to see for almost 3 weeks.
Oct. 1, 2005...
All seems well in my house.... Right.
Until. A shelf broke in the house. Of course, i freaked out for one reason.
I would get blamed... o.o; And my dad was drunk that day. So i called....
The phone rings. Rriiiiiinnng "Dad, The shelf Broke."
...
"You broke it didn't you?!"
...
"No, i was sitting downstairs, i think the cat did because he ran downstairs"
...
"Did you do it?"
...
"No."
...
"Tell me the truth!"
...
"I Am!"
...
"You were ******** around with the cat weren't you?"
...
"NO!"
Suddenly, i wait nervously and scared. Takeshi, he knew i was scared.
So, so i waited. And when i said my last good byes, i ran to fix the shelf.
I tried and i tried.... Until i heard the door open. "DID YOU BREAK MY SHELF!!?"
My dad yells to me... "NO I DIDN'T!!" He yelles: "DON'T ******** YELL AT ME b***h!" And i panicked, suddenly i said: "YOU HAVE NO TRUST IN YOUR KIDS!!" I cried.
He dragged my hair. Pulling so tight i had the worst headache. I Grabbed onto the counter, and let him pull my hair. He cornered me and slapped me pushing me to a wall.
I panicked more. "YELL AT ME AGAIN MARIA!" He said.
This time i moved. "HOW LONG DO I HAVE TO WAIT FOR YOU TO MOVE OUT!!?" He yelled. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked. "CAN YOU!?" He yelled.
So i grabbed my bags, went to my room and put my clothes in there.
No knowing what had been done, i opened the door, and left. Of course, my parents were going to go after me... But i hid behind a trashcan :3
I Called my friend, Susie...
Riiiiiiiiinnnng.
"Hello?"
...
"Susie!!?" (In tears)
....
"Yeah!?"
...
"Can you pick me up this is me Maria!"
...
"Oh my god what happened!!!?"
...
"Can you pick me up!?"
...
"Yea, hold on!!"
........
Panicking, i hid behing a trash can. The smell was no burden to me for fear and my dad was my main concern.
I was picked up, and we were off.
We make it to Susie's house. There, gasping for breath from tears and fear i sit.
I Called the cops, made a report.
So casually, i slept over for the night.
The next day, parents come looking for me. I knew what i had to do.
So i called the cops again. And they took me to my house.
I had butterflies in my stomache. I felt like vomiting somewhere in the back seat of the hard seats of a police car. But i held it in. So we walk up the stairs and knock.
"Scuse me, are you Julio?"
...
"Yes."
...
"Uhh we had a call from your daughter saying there was some sort of argument and physical abuse here. Can we take a look around?"
"Uhh, officer there was no hitting. We just had a little argument is all."
"Maria, these look like nice loving parents, they seem decent. I'm sure there was no need to leave because of an argument like that."
Little did the officer know he shitty my life was...
"So, do you want to stay here or live with a family member, Maria?"
...
"My brother"
Riiiiiinnnnnnggggg....
"Hello"
...
"Geo?"
...
"Yeah"
....
"Can you pick me up please, i'm at home?"
....
"Alright."
(He already knew i was going to call...)
"Do you really need to make a report Maria?" My dad asks....
"Yes."
So.... i leave, and before i did. What did i see? My mother ******** hiding in the closet with her face that looked like i was socked and hit with a bat. Torn and bruised she walks down the stairs stuttering and stammering. She lied to the cops of course. It was her "Boyfriend" That hit her. BULLSHIT.
But okay.
I Left.... That is my story... .To all my friends that i didn't get to see for almost 3 weeks.
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