My moms boyfriend came in and they got into an argument about something, and I heard them from my room so I came out to see if I could do anything. As soon as I got to the living room, I saw him hit her. My body just went totally numb and I had a huge ass adrenaline rush. I went over and punched him in the back of his head, he turned toward me and I punched his face, he grabbed my shirt and he tripped and fell over then I got on top of him and said "I'm going to fucking kill you next time." I wasn't even thinking of this stuff, it just happened. It was like I was watching everything happen, but I wasn't the one doing it. I got up though, and grabbed some stuff and left. He was still on the floor when I went to the door, she was sitting next to him. I talked to some people and ended up staying at a friends house. I don't want to go back there and I don't want to keep burdening my friends every time these things go down, but I don't know what else to do or where to go. I know she's still going to allow him back. Lets just hope he remembers that I'm capable of opening a can of whoop-ass. You know, I've never asked for my life to be easy, I just don't want to fight everyone. And I know when I go back to school(by the way, I'm on spring break, and this "break" seems like work to me,) someone would have started a rumor about all of this because my neighbors kids that go to my school were outside probably listening.
Happy April fools day, all. Sometimes I wish my life was a joke.
Enjoy the pictures of my bruised man knuckles. :D Didn't realize these would be so big.
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