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on friday my mother got and I got in a fight.
resulting in her kicking me out of the car.
I walked the rest of the way home, only to find her clutching a poor work slip from mr. boucher in the mail.
she yelled. dozens of hurtful remarks that made me burn with pain and anger.
I yelled. I wanted it to stop. I wanted silence. I wanted everything to stop.
it didn't stop.
I yelled "fuck you." and into the bathroom I went, crying, slamming the door.
after a few moments I felt the need to call someone.
I didn't know who. I just needed to get away from the house.
my brother had previously told me that if I was to call anyone to leave, he should be the first person I called. I called him and explained to him that my mom and I had a fight and I needed to keep my sanity for the following day's SAT.
he said he would talk to her. moments later he called back and said that because I swore at her, he would not come help me.
the next day he picked me up to take me to the SAT, and in the car ride to everett he did nothing short of reducing me to tears, blaming me, harassing me.
I walked into North Middle School to take the SAT with puffy red eyes and a broken heart.
I walked out of North Middle School, into the car, only to find myself being once again verbally harassed by the person I once called my best friend.
I went home. I locked myself in the bathroom again, I cried, I screamed. and then I slept. I woke up only for the dinner party that I did not realize was happening at my house until I heard the dozens of people upstairs. and then back to sleep I went.
Today I woke up, showered, and made plans to go downtown to study at the library and look around for a job. yesterday I had told my brother that I was going to go downtown for these purposes, but he would not let me.
minutes after I get off the bus downtown, I receive a phone call from him, saying that I was to get back on the bus immediately and go home, and upon returning home, all of my priveleges would be taken away.
I had told my mom where I was going when I left.
I got back on the bus and went home. Upon arriving at home, I tossed my mom my cell phone and the last 5 dollars of cash I had on me.
I heard my brother walk in the door. I ran into the bathroom and locked the door.
he came downstairs and demanded that I open the door. I didn't. I was sobbing.
He tried to break down the door, it didn't work.
over the next few hours, I was forced to sign a contract in wich for the rest of the school year:
- I cannot go out on weekends.
- I cannot do anything without the permission of my mother and my brother.
- I cannot use the internet for more than an hour.
- I am no longer in possession of my cell phone.
- my birthday party on june 17th is as of now canceled. I may attempt to negotiate in one week.
At this point, we realized that when my brother was trying to break down the door, he kicked it hard enough that it shattered the lock inside the door, and I was trapped inside the bathroom.
My mom instantly blamed me for the door, even though my brother broke the lock. Insults were thrown at me from all directions, and finally, out of anger, my brother kicked the door open. wooden shreds flew at me and I screamed, and all of the sudden I saw my brother screaming himself hoarse at me. The image was reminiscent of my dad. I was terrified. my mother came in, pushed him aside, dragged me out of the bathroom, and threw me on the floor.
resulting in her kicking me out of the car.
I walked the rest of the way home, only to find her clutching a poor work slip from mr. boucher in the mail.
she yelled. dozens of hurtful remarks that made me burn with pain and anger.
I yelled. I wanted it to stop. I wanted silence. I wanted everything to stop.
it didn't stop.
I yelled "fuck you." and into the bathroom I went, crying, slamming the door.
after a few moments I felt the need to call someone.
I didn't know who. I just needed to get away from the house.
my brother had previously told me that if I was to call anyone to leave, he should be the first person I called. I called him and explained to him that my mom and I had a fight and I needed to keep my sanity for the following day's SAT.
he said he would talk to her. moments later he called back and said that because I swore at her, he would not come help me.
the next day he picked me up to take me to the SAT, and in the car ride to everett he did nothing short of reducing me to tears, blaming me, harassing me.
I walked into North Middle School to take the SAT with puffy red eyes and a broken heart.
I walked out of North Middle School, into the car, only to find myself being once again verbally harassed by the person I once called my best friend.
I went home. I locked myself in the bathroom again, I cried, I screamed. and then I slept. I woke up only for the dinner party that I did not realize was happening at my house until I heard the dozens of people upstairs. and then back to sleep I went.
Today I woke up, showered, and made plans to go downtown to study at the library and look around for a job. yesterday I had told my brother that I was going to go downtown for these purposes, but he would not let me.
minutes after I get off the bus downtown, I receive a phone call from him, saying that I was to get back on the bus immediately and go home, and upon returning home, all of my priveleges would be taken away.
I had told my mom where I was going when I left.
I got back on the bus and went home. Upon arriving at home, I tossed my mom my cell phone and the last 5 dollars of cash I had on me.
I heard my brother walk in the door. I ran into the bathroom and locked the door.
he came downstairs and demanded that I open the door. I didn't. I was sobbing.
He tried to break down the door, it didn't work.
over the next few hours, I was forced to sign a contract in wich for the rest of the school year:
- I cannot go out on weekends.
- I cannot do anything without the permission of my mother and my brother.
- I cannot use the internet for more than an hour.
- I am no longer in possession of my cell phone.
- my birthday party on june 17th is as of now canceled. I may attempt to negotiate in one week.
At this point, we realized that when my brother was trying to break down the door, he kicked it hard enough that it shattered the lock inside the door, and I was trapped inside the bathroom.
My mom instantly blamed me for the door, even though my brother broke the lock. Insults were thrown at me from all directions, and finally, out of anger, my brother kicked the door open. wooden shreds flew at me and I screamed, and all of the sudden I saw my brother screaming himself hoarse at me. The image was reminiscent of my dad. I was terrified. my mother came in, pushed him aside, dragged me out of the bathroom, and threw me on the floor.