How did I manage this??
Okay, I feel it's time for an update. I've been writing a lot, but haven't felt much like typing. I got home from school Monday night, and went to my room to look at the job section of my mom's Sunday paper. Amanda came into my room to hide from Corey, who was kicked her ass. I went out, just to fuck around. He pulled out his "Shelley Beating Stick" - a cardboard tube from the dry cleaning bags, and it actually says "Shelley Beating Stick" - and started hitting me with it. Now, that might not seem that bad, but with the right amount of pressure and the right angles, those things can hurt. I was trying to get it away from him, and went to hit him in the stomach. Instead, I got him in his sternum. He cracked his sternum a few years ago at a concert, so, of course it's gonna hurt. It was an accident, but Corey doesn't care. He flipped out, and I tried to run upstairs, but he grabbed me by the leg and pulled me down, hard. I kicked out at him, and, of course, got him in the sternum again. Again, it was an accident. But, he grabbed hair on both sides of my head, and slammed my cranium against the wall. I kicked at him one more time and got him in the throat. He backed off for a second, shocked, then started screaming, "You wanna kick people in the throat? Huh? Huh?" over and over. Just as he was taking off his shirt (why do people take off clothes when they're fighting?), Mike came downstairs, grabbed Corey, and told me to get the fuck out of there. I told him that's what I was trying to do and to keep Corey away from me. I went into my room. Corey broke something. Kell came downstairs, and asked what happened. Corey said, "She thinks she can fucking kick people in the throat and the sternum!". She looked at me and told me I had until March 1st to get the fuck out. I told her that I see nothing wrong with defending myself, and she said something about perceptions and how I'm horrible or something. It's like, as long as I'm living there, I'm not allowed to stand up for myself. I have to sit there and take whatever they feel like fucking doing. That's okay, before I'm completely out of there, I have a big secret to tell everyone. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces. It's not time to say anything yet, but when it is, I'll be happier. I won't have to live with this anymore. That's all I have right now. I'm really tired, and I still have another class tonight. I still have about an hour and a half before I have to be there, but until then, I think I'll go get something to eat.