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.
My grandmother had enough and started yelling at me, which made me cry. Right at the perfect time my uncle walked in and saved the day. He jumped right in front of me and saved me from a very angry grandmother. He took me out in the hall and asked me if I wanted to play a game. I of course said yes and followed him down to the basement.
Leave me alone.” “I’m not leaving until you talk to me.” I arrive at my door and proceed into my room and turn around to face my mother. “What do you want to talk about? You’re the worst parent and holding me hostage in my own house. I wish I had different parents.” I slam my door in her face and chuck my backpack against the wall. I then text all my friends about my situation and they all agree with me.
he asked, softly. "How the hell would I know what you mean?" I almost whispered it, I don't know why. "That's right," he said to the air, "how would he know what I mean?" He turned toward me again, patient and calm, and yet I somehow felt him shaking, shaking as though he were going to fall apart.
Come inside quickly honey! Your father should be home soon, we can ask him what’s going on then.” My mother called for me. I was excited and scared to see what my father would say because there had been so much angry screaming. A couple of hours later when my father returned home from work, he sat us down by the blazing fire. Everyone eagerly awaited what he was going to say.
My brother lunges quickly and angrily at the man in the black overcoat yelling loudly “LET HER GO! LET HER GO!” over and over again but only getting a strong and fast slap across his face making him land on the floor with a loud thud. I get up quickly and pick up my brother, holding his hand tightly, hearing the loud but faint screams of my mother outside telling the soldiers that she’ll do anything as long as we’re left unharmed. One of the soldiers yell something out loud again and looked at the man in front of us, as if asking for permission for something. He nods and yells “Make it quick!
I ran to my room as quickly as I could. I was mortified and simply locked the door to listen to what they were fighting about. “Daniel, I HATE YOU!! GO TO HELL!” My mom screams at the top of her lungs. “Don’t you dare yell at me like that!
After talking for a while my mom got off the phone and started talking to me, I remember one distinct thing she said to me. She said that she wished my grandparents were alive and that if they were alive we would not go back. I questioned what she meant, but then it came to me. She did not want to go back to our home and have to deal with my dad. My mom did not want to listen to my dad anymore, she was tired of him and want to be some where he was not.
When she said that I knew this situation wasn’t going to get any better only worse. I got my self together and went to get my brother from school. He kept asking what was wrong because I was so quiet and wanted to hold his hand. He likes “You never quiet when we around each other” I just kept saying nothing I’m just not feeling good. When we got home we went in my mother room and
I ran out of the house to the woods. -Are you serious?-. I scream - Do you really want to kill me? -It wasn't me- She said- It was the town people, they are afraid of you, so they tried to kill you-. -Then I must find another place for living.- I said.