Nobody at Kenowa Hills knows why I moved here or that I have a family that I never talk about. No one except for three people know truly why I am, who I am today. I just hate talking about it. The event itself and the events after are pretty awful, but I like to think that I’ve learned a lot about who I am through it all. Sundays were always hard because I never liked going back to Haslett. I love Grand Rapids and my mom and stepdad and I never wanted to leave for a whole week. That Sunday was probably the worst one I can remember yet. Earlier in the night Dad and Angie (step-mom) were fighting but that was normal for any night. I remember thinking about how stupid the fight was. All of their fights were meaningless but it wouldn’t be a normal …show more content…
I ran through the living room into the side room and I see Angie on the ground with Dad standing over her. Lexi (half-sister) is standing in the corner screaming “No! Stop! What are you doing?!” As I stand there looking at my already broken family, I had a sick feeling that something awful had happened. Angie is reaching for Lexi trying to comfort her but Dad barked at her to not reach for Lexi , and as a result she listened and backed off like a sad puppy. Angie got up and walked toward me and she reached for her purse and her keys. Dad tried to grab her to get her to stay in the house. I still wasn’t sure what had happened but I knew that she didn’t want him to touch her, and seeing this I yelped at him to not touch her. I could barely talk and as a result not much noise came out of my mouth. He growled back for me to stay out of …show more content…
She told me first off that if I ever needed anything that I could call her and she will always there to listen. This scared me but I just let her continue to talk. She kept stalling to tell me something and she just kept going on about how great of a student and person that I am. I sat in that vanilla scented room, and it was almost like I knew exactly what she was about to say to me. She explained “Your dad has pulled you out of Haslett”. I will never forget the sound that she made when the words floated out of her mouth. It was the sound people make when they are about to cry but try and hold it in, and that’s exactly what she was trying to do. She then reminded me that it was ok if I cried, because it wasn’t the first time I almost started to cry in front of her. Sitting here now I don’t remember if I even said goodbye to her because the only person I needed then was