Drama
VegetableWarlord: Brother came in from mowing the lawn. He asked me what I've done for the past few weeks (insinuating I'm lazy). I got angry, told him I clean my own room and I attempted math this summer semester. He said "so, you were so stupid you had to be pulled out?" I got angry, and started insulting his intelligence while explaining I left because the teacher wanted to put me in a slower paced class. One that would move into the second summer semester and block me from having a good biology teacher this semester.
VegetableWarlord: He got angry at me insulting his intelligence. He got in my face, started tapping my face as I called him a "big man" for his actions and insulted his intelligence for not being able to think up anything to say. He kept pushing, shove, and kept getting rougher. He locked mom out of the house and I kept trying to get to the door. He kept pushing me and shoving me.
VegetableWarlord: I never once hit him. He then began to choke me.
Triana1222: Oo
VegetableWarlord: He finally let go and moved to open the door. I chased him, screaming and slammed the door into him. He hit me repeatedly. He hit mom a lot in different intervals. She kept bargaining with him and pleading with him.
VegetableWarlord: He once locked us both out of the house today.
VegetableWarlord: I wanted the phone so I could call the police.
Triana1222: you should have gone to a neighbor's and called
VegetableWarlord: Mom shoved into me to keep me away from the door and yanked on the back of my hair, talking about such a horrible child I am.
Triana1222: ...
VegetableWarlord: I hit her car hood. I leave a dent, feel instantly remourseful. I went to a neighbor to call the police. They weren't there. I didn't want to go to anymore because I was scared.
VegetableWarlord: I told a female friend to please call the police for me. She wouldn't, said they'd think it a prank. Told me to go and get a neighbor's.
VegetableWarlord: Brother came in the house after mom appeased him with a car drive, singing about how stupid I was, and how I 'suck dick". He then comapred my mom and I to my Aunt Sherry (she's a skitzophrenic), and he bemoaned his existance with us.
VegetableWarlord: He then told me to start cleaning the house. I finally went to mom, to ask for the phone. She wouldn't let me have it and fed me a line about talking to a neighbor and asking for help. She lies a lot so I didn't know if to believe her.
VegetableWarlord: She finally calls and I take the phone.
VegetableWarlord: I speak to the neighbor. He says he did speak to her, and he was told how we both fought. Before this, mom insults me, and prods me. I wrap my arm around her own to move with her to the neighbor's because, before making the call, she didn't want to make one and offered to accompany me to speak to him.
VegetableWarlord: She called me a baby, shoved me, jabbed my wrist with the keys.
Triana1222: ...
VegetableWarlord: Upon the phone call, he told me he had heard we'd both been fighting. And I did fight, when I had had enough. When I'd been choked and my family hurt, I got tired and angry.
VegetableWarlord: And I finally have the phone, to call the police. I'm angry, I'm depressed, and I finally have the courage to call.
VegetableWarlord: Mom proceeds to tell me she has a warrant out on her arrest for a bounced check.
Triana1222: ...that's probably not true
VegetableWarlord: I go silent. I don't know if she's lying or not. She's bounced checks before but she lies to stop fights. So I'm depressed and I drop the phone on the grass the phone a few feet on the grass. I want to throw it, I want to throw it into the bloody street. But I just drop it and move into the house.
VegetableWarlord: I got angry at her, too. She was bemoaning her fate, crying. Saying she was going to get someone to stop all this (she's said it before), saying how she does her best when she doesn't discipline him. How hard it is for Diana Stewart, to sit around the house most of the day. To not discipline her son whatsoever, to yell at me and blame me.
Triana1222: ...you really need to leave that house
VegetableWarlord: For her not to clean and to let the house fester. To have no clean dishes so when we eat microwavable pizza, we have to eat it off the bloody box it came in.
VegetableWarlord: I told her that.
Triana1222: no, just you
VegetableWarlord: No, I told her all that stuff about her.
Triana1222: ah
VegetableWarlord: I was angry. It was true. She always does this. She had hurt me.
VegetableWarlord: She had let me hurt me, she's let him hurt me.
VegetableWarlord: She's blamed me so much.
VegetableWarlord: She's made so many lies.
VegetableWarlord: She said she was going to pack my bags and send me away. She said it like a threat, like she wanted to get rid of me.
VegetableWarlord: He got angry at me insulting his intelligence. He got in my face, started tapping my face as I called him a "big man" for his actions and insulted his intelligence for not being able to think up anything to say. He kept pushing, shove, and kept getting rougher. He locked mom out of the house and I kept trying to get to the door. He kept pushing me and shoving me.
VegetableWarlord: I never once hit him. He then began to choke me.
Triana1222: Oo
VegetableWarlord: He finally let go and moved to open the door. I chased him, screaming and slammed the door into him. He hit me repeatedly. He hit mom a lot in different intervals. She kept bargaining with him and pleading with him.
VegetableWarlord: He once locked us both out of the house today.
VegetableWarlord: I wanted the phone so I could call the police.
Triana1222: you should have gone to a neighbor's and called
VegetableWarlord: Mom shoved into me to keep me away from the door and yanked on the back of my hair, talking about such a horrible child I am.
Triana1222: ...
VegetableWarlord: I hit her car hood. I leave a dent, feel instantly remourseful. I went to a neighbor to call the police. They weren't there. I didn't want to go to anymore because I was scared.
VegetableWarlord: I told a female friend to please call the police for me. She wouldn't, said they'd think it a prank. Told me to go and get a neighbor's.
VegetableWarlord: Brother came in the house after mom appeased him with a car drive, singing about how stupid I was, and how I 'suck dick". He then comapred my mom and I to my Aunt Sherry (she's a skitzophrenic), and he bemoaned his existance with us.
VegetableWarlord: He then told me to start cleaning the house. I finally went to mom, to ask for the phone. She wouldn't let me have it and fed me a line about talking to a neighbor and asking for help. She lies a lot so I didn't know if to believe her.
VegetableWarlord: She finally calls and I take the phone.
VegetableWarlord: I speak to the neighbor. He says he did speak to her, and he was told how we both fought. Before this, mom insults me, and prods me. I wrap my arm around her own to move with her to the neighbor's because, before making the call, she didn't want to make one and offered to accompany me to speak to him.
VegetableWarlord: She called me a baby, shoved me, jabbed my wrist with the keys.
Triana1222: ...
VegetableWarlord: Upon the phone call, he told me he had heard we'd both been fighting. And I did fight, when I had had enough. When I'd been choked and my family hurt, I got tired and angry.
VegetableWarlord: And I finally have the phone, to call the police. I'm angry, I'm depressed, and I finally have the courage to call.
VegetableWarlord: Mom proceeds to tell me she has a warrant out on her arrest for a bounced check.
Triana1222: ...that's probably not true
VegetableWarlord: I go silent. I don't know if she's lying or not. She's bounced checks before but she lies to stop fights. So I'm depressed and I drop the phone on the grass the phone a few feet on the grass. I want to throw it, I want to throw it into the bloody street. But I just drop it and move into the house.
VegetableWarlord: I got angry at her, too. She was bemoaning her fate, crying. Saying she was going to get someone to stop all this (she's said it before), saying how she does her best when she doesn't discipline him. How hard it is for Diana Stewart, to sit around the house most of the day. To not discipline her son whatsoever, to yell at me and blame me.
Triana1222: ...you really need to leave that house
VegetableWarlord: For her not to clean and to let the house fester. To have no clean dishes so when we eat microwavable pizza, we have to eat it off the bloody box it came in.
VegetableWarlord: I told her that.
Triana1222: no, just you
VegetableWarlord: No, I told her all that stuff about her.
Triana1222: ah
VegetableWarlord: I was angry. It was true. She always does this. She had hurt me.
VegetableWarlord: She had let me hurt me, she's let him hurt me.
VegetableWarlord: She's blamed me so much.
VegetableWarlord: She's made so many lies.
VegetableWarlord: She said she was going to pack my bags and send me away. She said it like a threat, like she wanted to get rid of me.