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After posting, yesterday became alot worse. I intended to make my escape while HT was looking for my dad's keys, but she demanded that I help her look for them. I pretended to look and suggested that maybe he took his keys.
She then told me to give her my car keys. So yeah, like I'm going to give my slutty psychotic sister my car and only access to the outside world, besides my cell phone. When she was pleading with me to hand over the keys so she could go get some, I started laughing at her. Woops. I couldn't help it. Seeing her trying to convince me with bullshit was too funny. Not a good idea. She grab me by my hair and tried to choke me.(but no worries there, she couldn't hurt anything if she wanted to, she only weighs 90 pounds!)
She refused to let me leave, so I locked myself in my room, found my t-ball bat and went to my car. Of course, by then, she had already decided to take my mom's truck and said she would kill me when she came home.
Sometimes you really can't tell if that girl is serious or not. I couldn't figure out what to do; I was scared. I called every possible relative that could help, but to no avail. I called my mom's best friend, and stayed the night at her house.
All of my sister's things were left outside on the top of her car, and will remain there until she takes them and leaves.
The doors and windows will remain locked until my parents come home.
I am not happy with them. They did not leave a number to contact incase of an emergency, and I would consider my sister stealing a vehicle might count as something. The only person that's with them that has a cell phone is my gramma. I called and no one answered. I left a message, but I don't know when she'll get it.
This morning, my alarm clock didn't go off, so I woke up at 7am instead of 5:30am. For the second day in a row, because of this fucked up situation, I missed class. Fortunately I only missed my first class, and I'll make it in time to go to my other classes.
I feel like a refugee, hiding from my own family.
I've been worrying so much that it's making me sick. The stress is so much that I can hardly eat.
The DDR party is called off, since I won't be staying at my house until my parents come home between the 14th and the 16th.
I'm only at my house so I can get some art stuff for school, and to shower.
I'm glad I had such a good weekend, otherwise this would suck so much more.
She then told me to give her my car keys. So yeah, like I'm going to give my slutty psychotic sister my car and only access to the outside world, besides my cell phone. When she was pleading with me to hand over the keys so she could go get some, I started laughing at her. Woops. I couldn't help it. Seeing her trying to convince me with bullshit was too funny. Not a good idea. She grab me by my hair and tried to choke me.(but no worries there, she couldn't hurt anything if she wanted to, she only weighs 90 pounds!)
She refused to let me leave, so I locked myself in my room, found my t-ball bat and went to my car. Of course, by then, she had already decided to take my mom's truck and said she would kill me when she came home.
Sometimes you really can't tell if that girl is serious or not. I couldn't figure out what to do; I was scared. I called every possible relative that could help, but to no avail. I called my mom's best friend, and stayed the night at her house.
All of my sister's things were left outside on the top of her car, and will remain there until she takes them and leaves.
The doors and windows will remain locked until my parents come home.
I am not happy with them. They did not leave a number to contact incase of an emergency, and I would consider my sister stealing a vehicle might count as something. The only person that's with them that has a cell phone is my gramma. I called and no one answered. I left a message, but I don't know when she'll get it.
This morning, my alarm clock didn't go off, so I woke up at 7am instead of 5:30am. For the second day in a row, because of this fucked up situation, I missed class. Fortunately I only missed my first class, and I'll make it in time to go to my other classes.
I feel like a refugee, hiding from my own family.
I've been worrying so much that it's making me sick. The stress is so much that I can hardly eat.
The DDR party is called off, since I won't be staying at my house until my parents come home between the 14th and the 16th.
I'm only at my house so I can get some art stuff for school, and to shower.
I'm glad I had such a good weekend, otherwise this would suck so much more.