crazy in my fambly
Before I start any of this, I'd like to say that I'm home safe in Topeka. Now I can go on.
On Sunday night, my 30 year old male cousin attempted to make a move on me. He came into my room around midnight in nothing but his boxers, while I was in my boxers and a wifebeater; he asked me for a hug because he was "feeling blue", and so I gave him one. It was one of those uncomfortably long hugs, and when I pulled away, he leaned in and attempted to kiss me, moving his hands down his sides to my hips and then back to my ass. I pushed him away and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing, and his only response was "I ... I dunno, I feel ..." and then there was mumbling and stuff and I couldn't understand him. So I told him to go the hell to bed and he left my room, and I proceeded to lock my door, freak out to the Solvin' Mysteries bros (and my parents, who didn't believe me) and cry for a good, like, four hours until I fell asleep.
I told my aunt and uncle what had happened in the morning, and they confronted him, and everything was cool for a while. Chris (said cousin) left for work around noon, and was supposed to be back at 9:00. However, around 8:45? There was a fire. I was dumb and I had my headphones in, and my door was closed; I couldn't hear the fire alarms and the smoke wasn't getting into my room. I didn't know anything was going on until my aunt and uncle's tenant barged into the manor and banged on all the doors yelling that there was a fire in there and in the carriagehouse/garage. Apparently, if we had stayed in there for ... two more minutes? We would have died of smoke inhalation. Scary shit. But we got out, and we're talking to the people, and, well, IT WAS ARSON for sure 'cuz they found gasoline. At this point it's like, 10:00, and Chris hadn't come home, and he wasn't home all night. Allow me to note that both the garage and the house were locked, and only two people have keys other than my aunt and uncle: Chris, and one of their old tenants.
Yeah, guess who it was.
When my aunt woke me up she told me that Chris had been arrested around 11:00 last night for being in a street fight. They found this out when my uncle went to go try and file a missing person's report. Apparently Chris was also telling one of the officers that he had "tried to burn the ghosts away". UHHHHH. ... So, yeah, he did it. Tried to kill his own parents and boy-niece. Freaky shit. He's apparently bipolar and an alcoholic, but me and my mom think he's probably schizo instead of bipolar ... but we don't know. He's getting sent to the VA psych ward soon.
~*~ MY STAY IN KANSAS CITY WAS FUN ~*~ ha ha no.
On Sunday night, my 30 year old male cousin attempted to make a move on me. He came into my room around midnight in nothing but his boxers, while I was in my boxers and a wifebeater; he asked me for a hug because he was "feeling blue", and so I gave him one. It was one of those uncomfortably long hugs, and when I pulled away, he leaned in and attempted to kiss me, moving his hands down his sides to my hips and then back to my ass. I pushed him away and asked him what the hell he thought he was doing, and his only response was "I ... I dunno, I feel ..." and then there was mumbling and stuff and I couldn't understand him. So I told him to go the hell to bed and he left my room, and I proceeded to lock my door, freak out to the Solvin' Mysteries bros (and my parents, who didn't believe me) and cry for a good, like, four hours until I fell asleep.
I told my aunt and uncle what had happened in the morning, and they confronted him, and everything was cool for a while. Chris (said cousin) left for work around noon, and was supposed to be back at 9:00. However, around 8:45? There was a fire. I was dumb and I had my headphones in, and my door was closed; I couldn't hear the fire alarms and the smoke wasn't getting into my room. I didn't know anything was going on until my aunt and uncle's tenant barged into the manor and banged on all the doors yelling that there was a fire in there and in the carriagehouse/garage. Apparently, if we had stayed in there for ... two more minutes? We would have died of smoke inhalation. Scary shit. But we got out, and we're talking to the people, and, well, IT WAS ARSON for sure 'cuz they found gasoline. At this point it's like, 10:00, and Chris hadn't come home, and he wasn't home all night. Allow me to note that both the garage and the house were locked, and only two people have keys other than my aunt and uncle: Chris, and one of their old tenants.
Yeah, guess who it was.
When my aunt woke me up she told me that Chris had been arrested around 11:00 last night for being in a street fight. They found this out when my uncle went to go try and file a missing person's report. Apparently Chris was also telling one of the officers that he had "tried to burn the ghosts away". UHHHHH. ... So, yeah, he did it. Tried to kill his own parents and boy-niece. Freaky shit. He's apparently bipolar and an alcoholic, but me and my mom think he's probably schizo instead of bipolar ... but we don't know. He's getting sent to the VA psych ward soon.
~*~ MY STAY IN KANSAS CITY WAS FUN ~*~ ha ha no.