I knew his parents weren 't going to be home he told me all the time about how they worked nights to take care of his little brothers during the day, i also knew that his brothers were at their grand mothers house like every friday so he was home alone. I rang his doorbell and he answered and let me inside to talk. But i 'm not dumb i knew he wanted to talk about forgiving him make up a bullshit excuse as to why he did it and repeat the same thing he had done again. Sure enough i was right and i turned him down and went to my car, pulled out the gun in my dad 's glove box walked in, went up behind him and shot him in the shoulder so he wouldn 't run. I next shot him in the heart because i was saving the next girls he would play and to avenge my broken one.
He would hit me with that funny joke and I handled like a man, it didn’t bother me. It finally worked, I was free from ever being hurt from the inside, and since I dealt with it he would be able to deal with, right? I started making jokes about him, but he never liked it one bit, he would even react with violence because he was so annoyed with him not being the dominant one anymore. He wouldn’t take the jokes, so I slowed myself down and thought about how and why he was making the jokes. All along he was just trying to impress all his friends, I tried to understand but all the memories just came flowing back.
He then slapped me and said, “ you're no one to tell me what I can and cannot do in my own home”. I had ran inside the home as, I felt humiliated because this incident happened to be witness by his family. After a short while, his aunt had come into the home and approach me, she had ask what why I was hit. She informed me that they did not want to get involved because it was between my husband and I. She had also informed me that the family were leaving in order for us to resolve our issues.
I was bullied all the time,but never told because I saw it happen to my mom she was bullied by daddy.she laugh and say they were "playing a game".I knew she was lying because she had glossy eyes like she was trying not to cry. first grade- "daddy" hit me. mommy just cried and wondered why daddy" was so mean to us. school bullies got funnier. I still cried though.
He took excellent care of me maybe it was because he was once my mom's love partner. After some time, I grew close to him and became great friends, and I cared for him. He even told me he would pay for me to go to a private school which his mother was in charge of. We would also go to different amusement parks, concerts, soccer games, and many other things we both enjoyed doing. I was even able to sing to him.
No one talked to me, and they all looked at me like, “who does she think she is?” This was a substantial change for me. I walked to first period and sat at the desk closest by the door. I sat quietly and did not talk to anyone. I just knew that this was not the place for me. The environment was not what I was used to, and neither were the
After I told my mom about the kid who made fun of me, she was most upset about that than anything else. “Which kid was it! ?” She asked me. I took my hand and pointed, This is where things got ugly. My mom took my hand and grabbed it with anger, dragging me to the little snob who exposed me for peeing in the pool.
I then text all my friends about my situation and they all agree with me. My parents are being totally unfair. I look at the lamp sitting on my dresser. Suddenly angered, I pick up the lamp and throw it with everything in me against
My mom informed the school counselor and arranged for me to meet with the counselor weekly to express how I was feeling. I was embarrassed about the divorce and I did not talk about it with any of my friends. I started to lose some of the close bonds I had with my