9 months grounded
"You look like your dressed to run away"
She was right. I was wearing warm favorite clothes. I had to change. The unseen nail had gouged a large chunk out of my back and the other shirt had become sticky with blood. It was like a court recess and then right back to the trial. "Fine go change clothes we wouldn't want YOU to be uncomfortable"
I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying anymore. My eye was swelling up and my head was pounding. I wiggled my teeth with my tongue. My father may have loosened a few shoving his paw in my mouth, but at least I bit down hard enough he withdrew it to smack me upside the head. It had come down to tag teaming. After Kendall stood up to my mother, she realized we might be able to take her. I wonder if she had any idea of the adrenaline that coursed thru us as war broke out in the house.
So here I was, in shock not listening just agreeing to anything they said. Yes, I'm crazy. Yes, I'm stupid. Yes I'm a lying son of a bitch. Yes, everything, all of it is true. Just lets "let it be" tonight. Just let it rest before the sun comes up. I have to go.
We went to our corners. I went over my room and removed everything I loved and valued and hid it in a storage space. With a tiny bag of personal belongings they couldn't claim I stole I snuck out the back door and took my bike out of the garage. It was 3 am cold and damp and I was gone. I had no idea where to go but I knew I needed to stick to the back streets and country roads. I knew Brent was staying at his grandparents somewhere about 15 miles away. It was too early to wake anyone when I got there and I didn't want them to think what people think in these situations . I passed out on the lawn around the corner by the guest room window till 5 when grand ma came out, probably to shoo the vagrant off her lawn. "Oh, I'm sorry I was biking and I knew it was too early to wake anyone. Is Brent here?" "No Hon, he didn't stay the whole weekend."
"Oh, Okay. Thanks" She looked at me obviously there was more here but she wasn't sure what to do either. "Would you like to come in?" I lifted my old bike up "N-no, thank you. I better get going again" She had begun to scrutinize my face "We could call him" "It's too early for that. I have to go."
I slung my leg over and I peddled back into town another 10 miles. The sun was up now and the cops would be looking for me I hid my bike at Brent's and got a ride over to Elle's. Her mother was out of town and I hated having to admit what was going on so it worked perfectly. It wasn't long till Sue called looking for me. She was worried. My mom had called there and threatened that they would have her parents arrested if they were harboring me. She related that to me in breathless exhilaration asking what happened. "We had a fight, I left". I was still tired and sore and we don't talk about the details. "I have to go". Elle was going to have a party that night and I'd see Sue then. I felt a sweet charge as I passed out into oblivion on Elle's bed. I finally got to go to a party.
She was right. I was wearing warm favorite clothes. I had to change. The unseen nail had gouged a large chunk out of my back and the other shirt had become sticky with blood. It was like a court recess and then right back to the trial. "Fine go change clothes we wouldn't want YOU to be uncomfortable"
I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying anymore. My eye was swelling up and my head was pounding. I wiggled my teeth with my tongue. My father may have loosened a few shoving his paw in my mouth, but at least I bit down hard enough he withdrew it to smack me upside the head. It had come down to tag teaming. After Kendall stood up to my mother, she realized we might be able to take her. I wonder if she had any idea of the adrenaline that coursed thru us as war broke out in the house.
So here I was, in shock not listening just agreeing to anything they said. Yes, I'm crazy. Yes, I'm stupid. Yes I'm a lying son of a bitch. Yes, everything, all of it is true. Just lets "let it be" tonight. Just let it rest before the sun comes up. I have to go.
We went to our corners. I went over my room and removed everything I loved and valued and hid it in a storage space. With a tiny bag of personal belongings they couldn't claim I stole I snuck out the back door and took my bike out of the garage. It was 3 am cold and damp and I was gone. I had no idea where to go but I knew I needed to stick to the back streets and country roads. I knew Brent was staying at his grandparents somewhere about 15 miles away. It was too early to wake anyone when I got there and I didn't want them to think what people think in these situations . I passed out on the lawn around the corner by the guest room window till 5 when grand ma came out, probably to shoo the vagrant off her lawn. "Oh, I'm sorry I was biking and I knew it was too early to wake anyone. Is Brent here?" "No Hon, he didn't stay the whole weekend."
"Oh, Okay. Thanks" She looked at me obviously there was more here but she wasn't sure what to do either. "Would you like to come in?" I lifted my old bike up "N-no, thank you. I better get going again" She had begun to scrutinize my face "We could call him" "It's too early for that. I have to go."
I slung my leg over and I peddled back into town another 10 miles. The sun was up now and the cops would be looking for me I hid my bike at Brent's and got a ride over to Elle's. Her mother was out of town and I hated having to admit what was going on so it worked perfectly. It wasn't long till Sue called looking for me. She was worried. My mom had called there and threatened that they would have her parents arrested if they were harboring me. She related that to me in breathless exhilaration asking what happened. "We had a fight, I left". I was still tired and sore and we don't talk about the details. "I have to go". Elle was going to have a party that night and I'd see Sue then. I felt a sweet charge as I passed out into oblivion on Elle's bed. I finally got to go to a party.
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